the shit is real lyrics – fat joe

yeah
this is goin out.
to all the live motherf*ckers, knowhati’msayin?
all the real n*gg*z
bronx, brooklyn, manhattan, queens
california
labella puerto rico, wherever the f*ck you from
knowhati’msayin? yeah

this story takes place, back in the south bronx
where at the age of 14 i was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
and suckers were scared to death — every time i walked by
i hear them n*gg*z take their last breath (ahhh.)
see i just didn’t give a f*ck – and if you had a c-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
that was the way it was
one day i went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
see sh*t was f*cked up back then
no matter what the f*ck i did i never had no ends
and my moms was on walfare
aiyyo i knew i had a father, but the n*gg* was never there
so what the f*ck was i to do
i’m sick and tired of bein the b*mmiest n*gg* 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
give me your motherf*ckin loot, papi
i’m gonna get paid, and can’t a d*mn thing stop me
see, i’m tired of this poor sh*t
and who the cops? well they can suck my motherf*ckin d*ck
cause all them n*gg*z ever do is har*ss
that’s why i get glad when i hear somebody smoked that *ss (*gunshot*)
just to let ya know how i feel
word em up, the f*ckin sh*t is real
hey yo, it’s real

chorus: (*cuts “down on the reel to reel”*)

aiyyo the sh*t is real
aiyyo it’s real
word up, the sh*t is real

[fat joe]
now i’m sixteen and there’s a brand new scene
i’m makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
keep the sh*t in check, in order
and my main man tone was f*ckin everybody else’s daughter
see everybody knew in town
that joe and tone had sh*t locked down
and a n*gg* wouldn’t test me
it seems like every other day the f*ckin cops arrest me (yea!)
but the sh*t will never stick
i make one phone call and be out like quick
cause uncle dan had my back
and now n*gg*z gettin jealous cause they know i’m livin fat
talkin sh*t around the way and on the block
but never in my face, cause they knew i packed a glock
and my crew is mad deep
a bunch of crazy puerto ricans, so aiyyo don’t sleep (word!)
and all you b*tch *ss n*gg*z know the deal
check it out, the f*ckin sh*t is real
hey yo, it’s real

chorus: (*cuts “down on the reel to reel”*)

aiyyo it’s real
the f*ckin sh*t is real
yeah. aiyyo it’s real

[fat joe]
check it out
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 *ss n*gg*z
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
i know your style, i’ve seen it before
you wear an army suit, now you think you’re hardcore
drinkin on your 40’s, smokin on your blunts
can’t afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
you’re fakin the funk, kid
and you’ll be gettin it up the *ss if you ever did a f*ckin bid
it’s time to separate the real from the phony
the name is fat joe, punk, act like you know me
i come equipped with the ruff sh*t
nowadays i can’t believe the bull rappers come up with
and all ya b*tch-*ss n*gg*z know the deal
check it out, the f*ckin sh*t is real
hey yo, it’s real

chorus: (*cuts “down on the reel to reel”*)

aiyyo the sh*t is real
aiyyo it’s real
the f*ckin sh*t is real

[fat joe]
word up!
i wanna say peace to my peeps, the beatnuts
messengers of funk, strickly roots
my man funk 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
aiyyo, i’m out, word is bond
the sh*t is real

(*cuts “down on the reel to reel”*)

aiyyo

/ fat joe lyrics