The sh*t is Real (DJ Premier Remix) lyrics

by

Diamond D


[Intro]
Hey, Joey
Yeah
This is goin' out to all the live motherf*ckers, know what I'm sayin'?
All the real n*ggas, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the f*ck you're from, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

[Verse 1]
The story takes place back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was already to knockin' off punks (Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I walked by I hear them n*ggas take their last breath (Ahh)
See, I just didn't give a f*ck
And if you had a sheep skin or leather bomber you was getting stuck (Word)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my cuz
See, sh*t was f*cked up back then
No matter what the f*ck I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on welfare
Ayo, I knew I had a father, but the n*gga was never there
So what the f*ck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired to being the bummiest n*gga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see a old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherf*cking loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor sh*t
And who the cops? Well, they can suck my motherf*ckin' di*k
'Cause all them n*ggas ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass
Just to let you know how I feel, word 'em up
The f*ckin' sh*t is real
[Chorus]
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, the sh*t is real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Word, the sh*t is real
Down on the— Down on the— re— re— re— reel-to-reel

[Verse 2]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene (Uh-huh)
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (Word)
Keeping sh*t in checking order
And my main man Tone was f*cking everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
That Joe and Tone had sh*t locked down
And a n*gga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f*cking cops arrest me (Yeah)
But the sh*t would never stick
I make one phone call and be out right quick
'Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now n*ggas gettin' jealous 'cause they know I'm living fat
Talkin' sh*t around the way and on the block
But never in my face 'cause they knew I packed the Glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so, ayo, don't sleep (Word)
And all you b*tch-ass n*ggas know the deal, check it out
The f*cking sh*t is real
[Chorus]
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
The f*ckin' sh*t is real
Down on the re— re— re— re— (Yeah) Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, it's real
Down on the re— re— re— (Check it out), reel-to-reel

[Verse 3]
Let me let ya know why I made this song (Why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake-ass n*ggas
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigger
I know your style (Yeah), I've seen it before (Uh-huh)
You wear an army suit and now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin' on your forties, smokin' on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts (Yeah)
You're fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a f*ckin' bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the rough sh*t
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with (Damn)
And all y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas know the deal, check it out
The f*cking sh*t is real
[Chorus]
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, the sh*t is real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel
Ayo, it's real
Down on the— on the— on the— on— on the reel-to-reel
The f*ckin' sh*t is real
Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel

[Outro]
Word up
I wanna say peace to my peeps the Beatnuts
Mesanjarz Of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Full Flex, Zulu Nation, Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Ayo, I'm out, word is bond
The sh*t is real
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