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Shit Is Real, Pt. III

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  • 作词 : Cartagenta, Harris
    Slow motion baby, unh
    Tell you what I see through these eyes
    All we do is speak the truth
    **** is realla then real
    **** is realla then real
    My true ****** walk wit me, yeah
    They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
    [Fat Joe]
    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 ******
    You know, do anything for the lime light ******
    I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
    I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna
    [Chorus: Fat Joe]
    **** 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 mutha****a 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?
    [Fat Joe]
    ****, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
    Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love
    Cuz soon as **** pop off ****** knuckle love
    ****** accusing me of ****in 'em up!
    I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
    Part time live ****** dabbeling drugs
    See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
    But youse a ***** 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 comma
    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 dat, see I keep long money
    and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me
    [Chorus]
    [Fat Joe]
    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 ****** talkin like "Joey be frontin"
    The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla
    I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
    Jealousy's a mutha****a
    Who'd a thought the same ****** you be feeding be the mutha****az 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 chu know I'm the reason you still walkin
    If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin
    [Chorus]
  • 作词 : Cartagenta, Harris
    Slow motion baby, unh
    Tell you what I see through these eyes
    All we do is speak the truth
    **** is realla then real
    **** is realla then real
    My true ****** walk wit me, yeah
    They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
    [Fat Joe]
    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 ******
    You know, do anything for the lime light ******
    I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
    I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna
    [Chorus: Fat Joe]
    **** 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 mutha****a 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?
    [Fat Joe]
    ****, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
    Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love
    Cuz soon as **** pop off ****** knuckle love
    ****** accusing me of ****in 'em up!
    I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
    Part time live ****** dabbeling drugs
    See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
    But youse a ***** 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 comma
    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 dat, see I keep long money
    and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me
    [Chorus]
    [Fat Joe]
    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 ****** talkin like "Joey be frontin"
    The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla
    I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
    Jealousy's a mutha****a
    Who'd a thought the same ****** you be feeding be the mutha****az 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 chu know I'm the reason you still walkin
    If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin
    [Chorus]