Still Real

[Fat Joe]<br>It`s so depressing, uh..<br>Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)<br>Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)<br>See what it`s like to walk in my shoes<br>It ain`t all fun and games (ya heard?)<br><br>Yo yo<br>I`m sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson<br>I`m free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression<br>My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat<br>My big brother sniffin dope<br>Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me<br>Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey<br>This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash<br>My baby mother think I grow dough out my ass<br>It`s like, how much fight I got left in me?<br>Niggaz won`t be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me<br>But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat<br>and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks<br><br>[Chorus] 2x<br>You gotta walk where I walked<br>Bang where I bang<br>Slang where I hang<br>To get where I`m going to<br>Stay where I stay<br>Blaze who I blazed<br>Pay dues how I payed<br>To get where I`m going to<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later<br>Ain`t nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters<br>T.S. the best that`s done it, forever live and never front it<br>Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"<br>Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes<br>Crowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunes<br>Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one<br>The angels came down, took my twin Big Pun<br>Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world<br>All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl<br>Hope your listenin, tell Ton` that we still missin him<br>I`m like a prisoner in jail with no visitors<br><br>[Chorus] 2x<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you<br>Even though you switched teams, I`m praying for you<br>We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar<br>You was my son`s godfather, where the fuck is your honor?<br>Can`t even rap the shit we did together<br>You`d probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever<br>You broke the first code<br>I`d like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold<br>Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul<br>How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets<br>start yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?<br>Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there`s a scar<br>I never once tried to hurt cha`ll<br>I`m just tryna do me, sell a few CD`s<br>Buy land in Miami and cop a new B come on!<br><br>[Joe talking]<br>Motherfuckers think it`s sweet<br>Think a nigga got money and a nigga don`t feel pain<br>You ain`t never feel my pain<br>You don`t know what the fuck I`m goin through<br>Niggaz lookin at me like, "He got it made"<br>Like I ain`t lose Pun, my grandfather a week later<br>My aunt a month later<br>Like my fuckin sister ain`t in a coma right now!<br>You motherfuckers don`t know pain!<br>Let`s get one thing clear; money`ll never buy you happiness<br>My true niggaz walk with me now!<br><br>[Chorus] 2x