Yeah
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This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin'
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All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
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La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin'
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Yeah
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Verse One:
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This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
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Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!)
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And suckers were scared to death
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Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
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See, I just didn't give a fuck
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And if you had a seed skin, I let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!)
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That was the way it was
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One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous
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See, something was fucked up back then
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No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends
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And my moms was on walfare
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Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
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So what the fuck was I had to do
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When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew
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I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash!
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I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
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Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi
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I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
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See, I'm tired of this porshit
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And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
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Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
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That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass (*gunshot*)
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Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
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The fuckin' shit is real
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Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*)
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Aiyyo its real
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Aiyyo the shit is real
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The fuckin shit is real
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Aiyyo its real
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Verse Two:
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Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
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I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
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*?Deep in shit?* the checkin order,
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and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
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See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
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And a nigga wouldn't test me
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It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!)
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But the shit would never stick
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I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
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Cause uncle Tan had my back
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And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
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Talkin shit around the way and over block
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But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock
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And my crew is mad deep
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I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!)
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And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
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The fucking shit is real
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!?)
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Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
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I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
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Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
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I know ya style, I've seen it before
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You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore
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Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
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Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
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You fakin' the funk, kid
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And you'd be *?kidnapped?* the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
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It's time to separate the real from the phony
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The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
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I come from crypt with that ruff shit
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Nowadays I can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with
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And all y'all bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
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The fuckin shit is real
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Chorus
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Outro:
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Word up!
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I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts
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Messengers Of Funk, strictly Roots
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My man Four Flex, Zulu Nation
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Jazzy J in the house
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Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew
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And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
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Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond
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The shit is real
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(*Premier cuts "Fat Joe's in town"*)
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The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix)
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