作词 : DJ Premier, Fat Joe
Yeah

This is going out to all the live motherf**kers knowhatumsayin

All the real niggaz Bronx Brooklyn Manhattan Queens California

La Perla Puerto Rico whatever the f**k you're from youknowhatumsayin
Yeah
This story takes place back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin off punks yeah
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath ahhh
See I just didn't give a f**k
And if you had a seed skin I let the bomba you was getting stuck
Word
That was the way it was

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my cous
See something was f**ked up back then
No matter what the f**k I did I never had no ends

And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father but the nigga was never there

So what the f**k was I had to do
When sick and tired to being the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine I gotta get cash

I see an old man I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherf**king loot popi
I'm going to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops well they can suck my motherf**king dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass

That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass gunshot
Just to let ya know how I feel word em up
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo the shit is real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm making mad dupe getting paid off the dope fiends word
Deep in shit the checking order
And my main man tone was f**king everybody else's daughter

See everybody knew in town that Joe and tone had shit locked down

And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f**king cops arrest me yea
But the shit would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle tan had my back
And now niggaz getting jealous cause they know I'm living fat
Talking shit around the way and over block
But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock
And my crew is mad deep
I'm punching crazy puerto rican so why yo don't sleep word
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Aiyyo its real

Let me let ya know why I made this song why
Brothers can't deal with the real word is bond

I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Saying that they're catching bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know ya style I've seen it before
You wearing army suit now you think you're hardcore

Drinking on your 40s smoking on your blunts
Then afford a chainsaw yo there ho fronts yeah

You faking the funk kid
And you'd be kidnapped the ass if you ever did a f**king bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is fat Joe punk act like you know me
I come from crypt with that ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull boo rappers come up with
And all y all bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo the shit is real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Word up

I wanna say peace to my peeps the beatnuts

Messengers of funk strictly roots

My man four flex zulu nation
Jazzy J in the house

Diamond d the whole digging in the crates crew
And rest in peace to my man tony montana

Aiyo I'm out word is bond

The shit is real