The Shit Is Real (dj Premier Remix) Lyrics - Fat Joe

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 

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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 

Photos 

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"*)