Yeah
This is goin' out ... to all the live m************, knowhatumsayin'
All the real n*****, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the f*** 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 n***** take their last breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a f***
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 f***** up back then
No matter what the f*** I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the n**** was never there
So what the f*** was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the b**miest n**** 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 m************ loot, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a d*** thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my m***********' d***!
Cause all them n***** ever do is harass
That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that a** (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
The f*****' s*** is real
Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*)
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the s*** is real
The f***** s*** 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 s***?* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was f***** everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had s*** locked down
And a n**** wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f****** cops arrest me (yea!)
But the s*** would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle Tan had my back
And now n***** gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin s*** 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 b**** a** n***** know the deal, check it out
The f****** s*** is real
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 a** n*****
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 a** if you ever did a f****** 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 s***
Nowadays I can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with
And all y'all b**** a** n***** know the deal, check it out
The f***** s*** 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 s*** is real
This is goin' out ... to all the live m************, knowhatumsayin'
All the real n*****, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the f*** 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 n***** take their last breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a f***
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 f***** up back then
No matter what the f*** I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the n**** was never there
So what the f*** was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the b**miest n**** 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 m************ loot, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a d*** thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my m***********' d***!
Cause all them n***** ever do is harass
That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that a** (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
The f*****' s*** is real
Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*)
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the s*** is real
The f***** s*** 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 s***?* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was f***** everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had s*** locked down
And a n**** wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f****** cops arrest me (yea!)
But the s*** would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle Tan had my back
And now n***** gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin s*** 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 b**** a** n***** know the deal, check it out
The f****** s*** is real
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 a** n*****
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 a** if you ever did a f****** 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 s***
Nowadays I can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with
And all y'all b**** a** n***** know the deal, check it out
The f***** s*** 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 s*** is real