Represent

[Fat Joe]<br>Yeah<br>This is goin out..<br>to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI`msayin?<br>All the real niggaz<br>Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens<br>California<br>LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from<br>KnowhatI`msayin? Yeah<br><br>This story takes place, back in the South Bronx<br>where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)<br>And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by <br>I hear them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..) <br>See I just didn`t give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin <br>a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!) <br>That was the way it was<br>One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz<br>See shit was fucked up back then<br>No matter what the fuck I did I never had no ends<br>And my moms was on walfare<br>Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there<br>So what the fuck was I to do<br>I`m sick and tired of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew <br>I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash<br>I see an old man, I`m gonna rob him with the quick-fast<br>Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi<br>I`m gonna get paid, and can`t a damn thing stop me<br>See, I`m tired of this poor shit <br>And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick<br>Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass<br>That`s why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)<br>Just to let ya know how I feel<br>Word em up, the fuckin shit is real<br>Hey yo, it`s real<br><br>Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)<br><br>Aiyyo the shit is real<br>Aiyyo it`s real<br>Word up, the shit is real<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Now I`m sixteen and there`s a brand new scene<br>I`m makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)<br>Keep the shit in check, in order<br>and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else`s daughter<br>See everybody knew in town<br>that Joe and Tone had shit locked down<br>And a nigga wouldn`t test me<br>It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (yea!) <br>But the shit will never stick<br>I make one phone call and be out like quick <br>Cause Uncle Dan had my back<br>And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I`m livin fat<br>Talkin shit around the way and on the block<br>But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock<br>And my crew is mad deep<br>A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don`t sleep (word!)<br>And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal<br>Check it out, the fuckin shit is real<br>Hey yo, it`s real<br><br>Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)<br><br>Aiyyo it`s real<br>The fuckin shit is real<br>Yeah.. aiyyo it`s real<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Check it out<br>Let me let ya know why I made this song (why?)<br>Brothers can`t deal with the real, word is bond<br>I`m sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz<br>sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga<br>I know your style, I`ve seen it before<br>You wear an army suit, now you think you`re hardcore<br>Drinkin on your 40`s, smokin on your blunts<br>Can`t afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah<br>You`re fakin the funk, kid<br>And you`ll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid<br>It`s time to separate the real from the phony<br>The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me<br>I come equipped with the ruff shit<br>Nowadays I can`t believe the bull rappers come up with<br>And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal<br>Check it out, the fuckin shit is real<br>Hey yo, it`s real<br><br>Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)<br><br>Aiyyo the shit is real<br>Aiyyo it`s real<br>The fuckin shit is real<br><br>[Fat Joe]