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    "The Shit Is Real" Lyrics

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    This is goin out..
    to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
    All the real niggaz
    Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
    LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck 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 niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
    See I just didn't give a fuck - 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 shit 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 to do
    I'm sick and tired of 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
    Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
    I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
    See, I'm tired of this poor shit
    And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
    Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
    That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
    Just to let ya know how I feel
    Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
    Hey yo, it's real

    Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

    Aiyyo the shit is real
    Aiyyo it's real
    Word up, the shit 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 shit in check, in 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 fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
    But the shit will never stick
    I make one phone call and be out like quick
    Cause Uncle Dan had my back
    And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
    Talkin shit 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 bitch ass niggaz know the deal
    Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
    Hey yo, it's real

    Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

    Aiyyo it's real
    The fuckin shit 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 ass niggaz
    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 ass if you ever did a fuckin 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 shit
    Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
    And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
    Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
    Hey yo, it's real

    Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

    Aiyyo the shit is real
    Aiyyo it's real
    The fuckin shit 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 shit is real

    (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

    • submitted by Caitlin
    • corrected on August 20th, 2005
    • written by Christopher E Martin, Joseph Anthony Cartagena
    • copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing, Royalty Network

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