Slow motion baby, unh
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All we do is speak the truth
Shit is realla then real
Shit is realla then real
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening
How come Im still stressed and even though the squads glistening?
Why you had to take Pun, someone so young
Had so much more to live for, as real as they come
Dead man cant talk thats 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 wasnt 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 Im jus about sick of all you side line niggas
You know, do anything for the lime light niggas
Im defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
I never thought Id see the day they tried to send you byna
Shit 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 Im from, MTV dont wanna film
Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
The ghetto aint a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat thatll spill you, will end up with your wifey
Ive seen it all thats why Ive picked up the pen
To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?
Fuck, the flu season, nowadays its sue season
Cant even go to the clubs and show my people love
Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love
Niggas accusing me of fuckin em up!
Im like "hold up, aint they supposed to be dogs?"
Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs
See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel
Its more than obvious you dont know a thing about honor
But what goes around comes around, youll 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 youll never see a cent from me
Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out
Now Im rewinding in my summer beach house
If Im not in the studio Im out on tour
Busting my ass to make my fans future secure
Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin
All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin"
The hood screaming Crack done changed, he dont holla
I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
Jealousys a muthafucka
Whod a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya
Im not stressin, I was born a warrior
Plus Im too big, too strong, too wise for ya
When its 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 Im the reason you still walkin
If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin
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