Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Is Real, Pt. III , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 10.11.2002
Song language: English
Shit Is Real, Pt. III |
| 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 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 niggas |
| You know, do anything for the lime light niggas |
| I’m defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma |
| I never thought I’d 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 I’m from, MTV don’t wanna film |
| Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka 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? |
| Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it’s sue season |
| Can’t 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! |
| I’m like «hold up, ain’t 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 |
| It’s more than obvious you don’t know a thing about honor |
| But what goes around comes around, you’ll soon learn about karma- |
| 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 that, see I keep long money |
| And if you looking for that you’ll never see a cent from me |
| Motherfucker! |
| 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 niggas talkin like «Joey be frontin» |
| The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don’t holla |
| I know now B.I.G., Mo Money Mo Problems |
| Jealousy’s a muthafucka |
| Who’d a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz 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 you know I’m the reason you still walking |
| If I said something it was me, not the liquor talking |