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Fat Joe - The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix)

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Yeah
This is goin` out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin`
All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you`re from, youknowhatumsayin`
Yeah

Verse One:

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 fuck
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 fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck 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 fuck was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein` 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 motherfucking loot, popi
I`m goin` 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 motherfuckin` 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 fuckin` shit is real

Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*)

Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the shit is real
The fuckin shit is real
Aiyyo its real

Verse Two:

Now I`m sixteen and there`s a brand new scene
I`m makin` mad dupe, gettin` paid off the dope fiends (word)
*?Deep in shit?* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was fuckin 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 fucking 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 gettin` jealous cause they know I`m livin` fat
Talkin 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 punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don`t sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
The fucking shit is real

Chorus

Verse Three:

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
Sayin` that they`re catchin` bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know ya style, I`ve seen it before
You wearin` army suit, now you think you`re hardcore
Drinkin on your 40`s, smokin on your blunts
Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
You fakin` the funk, kid
And you`d be *?kidnapped?* the ass if you ever did a fucking 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 fuckin shit is real

Chorus

Outro:

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 Diggin` In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyo, I`m out, word is bond
The shit is real

(*Premier cuts "Fat Joe`s in town"*)

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