[Intro: Fat Joe]
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Slow motion baby, unh
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Tell you what I see through these eyes
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All we do is speak the truth
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Shit is realla then real
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Shit is realla then real
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My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
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They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
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[Fat Joe]
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Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening
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How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening?
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Why you had to take Pun, someone so young
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Had so much more to live for, as real as they come
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Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story
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But did they tell you how he provided for forty
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family members, grandmas to shorties
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Even my seeds ate off the big homie
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How could you deceive your kids like that?
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Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack
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Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
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How could I jus stand there and not react?
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And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas
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You know, do anything for the lime light niggas
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I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
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I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna
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[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know
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It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
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The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
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Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
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The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
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Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey
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I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen
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To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?
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[Fat Joe]
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Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
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Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love
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Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love
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Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up!
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I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
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Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs
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See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
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But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel
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It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor
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But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma
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As for me I stay being the realest
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Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers
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I keep feeding the street but the street feed back
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Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks
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But never dat, see I keep long money
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and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me
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[Chorus]
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[Fat Joe]
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Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out
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Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house
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If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour
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Busting my ass to make my fans future secure
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Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin
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All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin"
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The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla
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I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
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Jealousy's a muthafucka
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Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya
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I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior
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Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya
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When it's all said and done I follow my dreams
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Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
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To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin
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If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin
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[Chorus]
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Shit Is Real, Pt. III
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| Fat Joe |
