Shit Is Real, Pt. III - Fat Joe

Slow motion baby, unh

Tell you what I see through these eyes

All we do is speak the truth

Shit is realla then real

Shit is realla then real

My true niggas walk wit me, yeah

They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?

Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening

How come I’m still stressed and even though the squad’s glistening?

Why you had to take Pun, someone so young

Had so much more to live for, as real as they come

Dead man can’t talk that’s why your hearing one side of the story

But did they tell you how he provided for forty

Family members, grandmas to shorties

Even my seeds ate off the big homie

How could you deceive your kids like that?

Make 'em believe they dad wasn’t worth jack

Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track

How could I jus stand there and not react?

And I’m jus about sick of all you side line niggas

You know, do anything for the lime light niggas

I’m defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma

I never thought I’d see the day they tried to send you byna

Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know

It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe

The place I’m from, MTV don’t wanna film

Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain’t a place that you wanna take lightly

Same cat that’ll spill you, will end up with your wifey

I’ve seen it all that’s why I’ve picked up the pen

To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?

Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it’s sue season

Can’t even go to the clubs and show my people love

Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love

Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up!

I’m like «hold up, ain’t they supposed to be dogs?»

Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs

See a rapper think of a lucrative deal

But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel

It’s more than obvious you don’t know a thing about honor

But what goes around comes around, you’ll soon learn about karma-

As for me I stay being the realest

Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers

I keep feeding the street but the street feed back

Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks

But never that, see I keep long money

And if you looking for that you’ll never see a cent from me

Motherfucker!

Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out

Now I’m rewinding in my summer beach house

If I’m not in the studio I’m out on tour

Busting my ass to make my fans future secure

Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin

All of a sudden niggas talkin like «Joey be frontin»

The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don’t holla

I know now B.I.G., Mo Money Mo Problems

Jealousy’s a muthafucka

Who’d a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya

I’m not stressin, I was born a warrior

Plus I’m too big, too strong, too wise for ya

When it’s all said and done I follow my dreams

Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things

To let you know I’m the reason you still walking

If I said something it was me, not the liquor talking