Fat Joe - Still Real Lyrics
[fat joe]Its so depressing, uh..Be the realest shit I ever wrote (money and cars *****es)Shit is real part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow? )See what its like to walk in my shoesIt aint all fun and games (ya heard? )Yo yoIm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lessonIm free-fallin tryna leave this deep depressionMy son joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throatMy big brother sniffin dopeLemme know how many mother*****er wanna be just like meScreamed at and treated like shit by your wifeyThis hot ***** be sweatin the coke cashMy baby mother think I grow dough out my assIts like, how much fight I got left in me?Niggaz wont be happy till they bring the *****in death of meBut you never see joe look weak or flow off beatAnd charlie sees the board in four more weeks[chorus] 2xYou gotta walk where I walkedBang where I bangSlang where I hangTo get where Im going toStay where I stayBlaze who I blazedPay dues how I payedTo get where Im going to[fat joe]Uh, yo, the south bronx, nine years laterAint nuttin changed, niggaz still playa hatersT.s. the best thats done it, forever live and never front itReminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz run itNow we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudesCrowd the coliseum to hear they favorite tunesThen at the time of our prime we caught a sick oneThe angels came down, took my twin big punShit were unbalanced throughout the whole worldAll I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girlHope your listenin, tell ton that we still missin himIm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors[chorus] 2x[fat joe]Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to youEven though you switched teams, Im praying for youWe used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollarYou was my sons godfather, where the ***** is your honor?Cant even rap the shit we did togetherYoud probably have me shackled locked down doin bids foreverYou broke the first codeId like to twist ya wifey till it roasts goldSnitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soulHow could a nigga that was clappin in the streetsStart yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt theres a scarI never once tried to hurt challIm just tryna do me, sell a few cdsBuy land in miami and cop a new b come on![joe talking]Mother*****ers think its sweetThink a nigga got money and a nigga dont feel painYou aint never feel my painYou dont know what the ***** Im goin throughNiggaz lookin at me like, he got it madeLike I aint lose pun, my grandfather a week laterMy aunt a month laterLike my *****in sister aint in a coma right now!You mother*****ers dont know pain!Lets get one thing clear; moneyll never buy you happinessMy true niggaz walk with me now![chorus] 2x
