The Shit Is Real Lyrics - Represent - Fat Joe

Yeah 

This is goin out. 

to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin? 

All the real niggaz 

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens 

California 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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"*) 

Aiyyo