Fat Joe - Shit Is Real Pt. III Lyrics
[Intro: Fat Joe]Slow motion baby, unhTell you what I see through these eyesAll we do is speak the truthShit is realla then realShit is realla then realMy true niggas walk wit me, yeahThey ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?[Fat Joe]Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listeningHow come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening?Why you had to take Pun, someone so youngHad so much more to live for, as real as they comeDead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the storyBut did they tell you how he provided for fortyfamily members, grandmas to shortiesEven my seeds ate off the big homieHow could you deceive your kids like that?Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jackListen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this trackHow could I jus stand there and not react?And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggasYou know, do anything for the lime light niggasI'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha mommaI never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna[Chorus: Fat Joe]Shit is realla then you think, man you must not knowIt takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat JoeThe place I'm from, MTV don't wanna filmJus a simple dice game will get a mutha*****a killedThe ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightlySame cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifeyI've seen it all that's why I've picked up the penTo keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?[Fat Joe]*****, the flu season, nowadays it's sue seasonCan't even go to the clubs and show my people loveCuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle loveNiggas accusing me of *****in 'em up!I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"Part time live niggas dabbeling drugsSee a rapper think of a lucrative dealBut youse a ***** if you choosing to squeelIt's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honorBut what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about commaAs for me I stay being the realestAdmired by politicans, street thugs and killersI keep feeding the street but the street feed backIs that police tryna see Joe back in green slacksBut never dat, see I keep long moneyand if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me outNow I'm rewinding in my summer beach houseIf I'm not in the studio I'm out on tourBusting my ass to make my fans future secureNowadays everybody want somethin for nothinAll of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin"The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't hollaI know now Big, Mo Money Mo ProblemsJealousy's a mutha*****aWho'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the mutha*****az coming for yaI'm not stressin, I was born a warriorPlus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for yaWhen it's all said and done I follow my dreamsCould have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of thingsTo let chu know I'm the reason you still walkinIf I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin[Chorus]
