Fat Joe - He's Not Real Lyrics
Uh!bringin it back to the bx!Wit my nigga fat joe, long side my nigga prospectHoldin the bx downBronx burrough....terror sqaud[verse 1-fat joe]Yo, everybody talkin gats, really dont pack em98% of these rappers is all actorsStay frontin, like you wild andll spray somethinCome to find out, you aint never slanged nothinThink its the game, gon lose the sportI seen dudes get bruised through fortThen choose the court, a news reportThey just pursed the courtIf you even think of bustin, they assll sooth your thoughtsA damn shame, Im from the streets where its fair gameNiggas will ift you off your feet wit the can-yanThree in the chest and one in the partFor disrespect you, get left right in front of ya momsJoe is the don, you clean, then show me your armsFor these tracks, ima fiend like a soldier in namOnly the bronx will blow your ass outta ya lugz***** love, here we believe in nothin but slugs[chrous-prospect&fat joe][prospect]Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]So if the feds after indictments, we know he gon squeal....[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[verse 2-prospect]Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracksGot that hot shit, that make you ease on backIll make you leave the game like ma$e, and get ya name erasedWalk threw from place to place, and change the chaseIm givin him terror, for the new millenium eraAutomatic semis wit the fully clip and the leatherPoppin champagne like we celebrating whateverSwitch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a featherVersatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowdEven got the God in the cloud, observing this styleHe love the way I do this, leavin niggas cluelessIts prospect, its off wit ya head, you shouldve knew thisMy twin? ? ? ? , ***** and squeeze, we stoppin gsYou better follow up, these niggas cant rock wit theseStraight up, I speak life threw the mic thoughSprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa![chrous-prospect,fat joe&remi martin][prospect]Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...[fat joe]Be like, hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill[fat joe]Hes alright, but hes not real[prospect]So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....[remi martin]Be like, shes alright, but shes not real[verse 3-fat joe]Yo, ayo Im lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit meOnly wear she like to rock is 560Swear to her moms if its on, shell die wit mePuff blunts, like to get high just like whitneyThug type, set it off, like jadaAnd this chick go both ways, dont hate herBack in the block, they use to try to play herTill the don out her to the qualities much greaterNet worth, put the tool in the skirtWhich you fools know about gettin head in reverseAbout, clockin grips, and coppin whipsYou mutha*****ers stay frontin, stop poppin shitLets not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the chokerMan, Im still rockin my same chains from flow joeAnd you know joe stay wit tha mackYou hatin the fact, you cant do nathan to crackYa heard!!![chorus till fade]*intro to prodigys keep it thoro*Oh yall niggas killas now?
