| 作词 : Cartagenta, Harris | |
| Slow motion baby, unh | |
| Tell you what I see through these eyes | |
| All we do is speak the truth | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| My true niggas walk wit me, yeah | |
| They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard? | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening | |
| How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening? | |
| Why you had to take Pun, someone so young | |
| Had so much more to live for, as real as they come | |
| Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story | |
| But did they tell you how he provided for forty | |
| family members, grandmas to shorties | |
| Even my seeds ate off the big homie | |
| How could you deceive your kids like that? | |
| Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack | |
| Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track | |
| How could I jus stand there and not react? | |
| And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas | |
| You know, do anything for the lime light niggas | |
| I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma | |
| I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna | |
| [Chorus: Fat Joe] | |
| Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know | |
| It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe | |
| The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film | |
| Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed | |
| The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly | |
| Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey | |
| I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen | |
| To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard? | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season | |
| Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love | |
| Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love | |
| Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up! | |
| I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?" | |
| Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs | |
| See a rapper think of a lucrative deal | |
| But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel | |
| It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor | |
| But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma | |
| As for me I stay being the realest | |
| Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers | |
| I keep feeding the street but the street feed back | |
| Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks | |
| But never dat, see I keep long money | |
| and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out | |
| Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house | |
| If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour | |
| Busting my ass to make my fans future secure | |
| Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin | |
| All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin" | |
| The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla | |
| I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems | |
| Jealousy's a muthafucka | |
| Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya | |
| I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior | |
| Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya | |
| When it's all said and done I follow my dreams | |
| Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things | |
| To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin | |
| If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Cartagenta, Harris | |
| Slow motion baby, unh | |
| Tell you what I see through these eyes | |
| All we do is speak the truth | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| My true niggas walk wit me, yeah | |
| They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard? | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening | |
| How come I' m still stressed and even though the squad' s glistening? | |
| Why you had to take Pun, someone so young | |
| Had so much more to live for, as real as they come | |
| Dead man can' t talk that' s why your hearing one side of the story | |
| But did they tell you how he provided for forty | |
| family members, grandmas to shorties | |
| Even my seeds ate off the big homie | |
| How could you deceive your kids like that? | |
| Make ' em believe they dad wasn' t worth jack | |
| Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track | |
| How could I jus stand there and not react? | |
| And I' m jus about sick of all you side line niggas | |
| You know, do anything for the lime light niggas | |
| I' m defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma | |
| I never thought I' d see the day they tried to send you byna | |
| Chorus: Fat Joe | |
| Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know | |
| It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe | |
| The place I' m from, MTV don' t wanna film | |
| Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed | |
| The ghetto ain' t a place that you wanna take lightly | |
| Same cat that' ll spill you, will end up with your wifey | |
| I' ve seen it all that' s why I' ve picked up the pen | |
| To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard? | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it' s sue season | |
| Can' t even go to the clubs and show my people love | |
| Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love | |
| Niggas accusing me of fuckin ' em up! | |
| I' m like " hold up, ain' t they supposed to be dogs?" | |
| Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs | |
| See a rapper think of a lucrative deal | |
| But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel | |
| It' s more than obvious you don' t know a thing about honor | |
| But what goes around comes around, you' ll soon learn about comma | |
| As for me I stay being the realest | |
| Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers | |
| I keep feeding the street but the street feed back | |
| Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks | |
| But never dat, see I keep long money | |
| and if you looking for dat you' ll never see a cent from me | |
| Chorus | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out | |
| Now I' m rewinding in my summer beach house | |
| If I' m not in the studio I' m out on tour | |
| Busting my ass to make my fans future secure | |
| Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin | |
| All of a sudden niggas talkin like " Joey be frontin" | |
| The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don' t holla | |
| I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems | |
| Jealousy' s a muthafucka | |
| Who' d a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya | |
| I' m not stressin, I was born a warrior | |
| Plus I' m too big, too strong, too wise for ya | |
| When it' s all said and done I follow my dreams | |
| Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things | |
| To let chu know I' m the reason you still walkin | |
| If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Cartagenta, Harris | |
| Slow motion baby, unh | |
| Tell you what I see through these eyes | |
| All we do is speak the truth | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| Shit is realla then real | |
| My true niggas walk wit me, yeah | |
| They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard? | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening | |
| How come I' m still stressed and even though the squad' s glistening? | |
| Why you had to take Pun, someone so young | |
| Had so much more to live for, as real as they come | |
| Dead man can' t talk that' s why your hearing one side of the story | |
| But did they tell you how he provided for forty | |
| family members, grandmas to shorties | |
| Even my seeds ate off the big homie | |
| How could you deceive your kids like that? | |
| Make ' em believe they dad wasn' t worth jack | |
| Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track | |
| How could I jus stand there and not react? | |
| And I' m jus about sick of all you side line niggas | |
| You know, do anything for the lime light niggas | |
| I' m defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma | |
| I never thought I' d see the day they tried to send you byna | |
| Chorus: Fat Joe | |
| Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know | |
| It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe | |
| The place I' m from, MTV don' t wanna film | |
| Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed | |
| The ghetto ain' t a place that you wanna take lightly | |
| Same cat that' ll spill you, will end up with your wifey | |
| I' ve seen it all that' s why I' ve picked up the pen | |
| To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard? | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it' s sue season | |
| Can' t even go to the clubs and show my people love | |
| Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love | |
| Niggas accusing me of fuckin ' em up! | |
| I' m like " hold up, ain' t they supposed to be dogs?" | |
| Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs | |
| See a rapper think of a lucrative deal | |
| But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel | |
| It' s more than obvious you don' t know a thing about honor | |
| But what goes around comes around, you' ll soon learn about comma | |
| As for me I stay being the realest | |
| Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers | |
| I keep feeding the street but the street feed back | |
| Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks | |
| But never dat, see I keep long money | |
| and if you looking for dat you' ll never see a cent from me | |
| Chorus | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out | |
| Now I' m rewinding in my summer beach house | |
| If I' m not in the studio I' m out on tour | |
| Busting my ass to make my fans future secure | |
| Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin | |
| All of a sudden niggas talkin like " Joey be frontin" | |
| The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don' t holla | |
| I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems | |
| Jealousy' s a muthafucka | |
| Who' d a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya | |
| I' m not stressin, I was born a warrior | |
| Plus I' m too big, too strong, too wise for ya | |
| When it' s all said and done I follow my dreams | |
| Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things | |
| To let chu know I' m the reason you still walkin | |
| If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin | |
| Chorus |
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