He's Not Real - Fat Joe, Prospect, Remy

Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don’t pack em

98% of these rappers is all actor’s

Stay frontin, like you wild and’ll spray somethin

Come to find out, you ain’t never slanged nothin

Think it’s the game, gon lose the sport

I seen dude’s get bruised through fort

Then choose the court, a new’s report

They just pursed the court

If you even think of bustin, they ass’ll sooth your thoughts

A damn shame, I’m from the streets where it’s fair game

Niggas will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan

Three in the chest and one in the part

For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms

Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm

For these track’s, I’m a fiend like a soldier in 'Nam

Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz

Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs

Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill

He’s alright, but he’s not real

So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks

Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back

I’ll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased

Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase

I’m givin him terror, for the new millenium era

Automatic Semi’s wit the fully clip and the leather

Poppin' champagne like we celebrating whatever

Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather

Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd

Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style

He love the way I do this, leavin niggas clueless

It’s Prospect, it’s off wit ya head, you should’ve knew this

My twin???, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G’s

You better follow up, these niggas can’t rock wit these

Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though

Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!

Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill

He’s alright, but he’s not real

So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…

Be like, she’s alright, but she’s not real

Remy Ma

Just in case they ask you who said that (me)

All these bitches in this industry are dead wack (trash)

And I’m dead nice (cash)

And I show real

And ya hoes is just gassed like Mobil

And rap to wack is something I don’t feel

And I don’t lie (nope)

I just smoke lies

You broke

And everybody know you choke

You ain’t never live la vida loca

I make shit bubble

Check fizz like soda

Remy’s that bitch

And you know that

Joe’s the garden (BX)

Prospect’s the squad (TS)

And he reps the Bronx

And it’s all about us, fuck ya’ll

I rap but I’m no a rapper

Bitch, I’m quick to slap a bitch

Another spaz on your ass

Remy be attacking shit

Poppin shit

But I’m back in it

Back in the act we got the mac in it

You are fraudulent

And all my shit’s immaculate

Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…

Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real

Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill

He’s alright, but he’s not real

So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…

Be like, she’s alright, but she’s not real