Lyrics He's Not Real - Fat Joe, Prospect, Remy

He's Not Real

Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don’t pack em
98% of these rappers is all actor’s
Stay frontin, like you wild and’ll spray somethin
Come to find out, you ain’t never slanged nothin
Think it’s the game, gon lose the sport
I seen dude’s get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a new’s report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin, they ass’ll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, I’m from the streets where it’s fair game
Niggas will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the part
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm
For these track’s, I’m a fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
He’s alright, but he’s not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
I’ll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
I’m givin him terror, for the new millenium era
Automatic Semi’s wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin' champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin niggas clueless
It’s Prospect, it’s off wit ya head, you should’ve knew this
My twin???, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G’s
You better follow up, these niggas can’t rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
He’s alright, but he’s not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…
Be like, she’s alright, but she’s not real
Remy Ma
Just in case they ask you who said that (me)
All these bitches in this industry are dead wack (trash)
And I’m dead nice (cash)
And I show real
And ya hoes is just gassed like Mobil
And rap to wack is something I don’t feel
And I don’t lie (nope)
I just smoke lies
You broke
And everybody know you choke
You ain’t never live la vida loca
I make shit bubble
Check fizz like soda
Remy’s that bitch
And you know that
Joe’s the garden (BX)
Prospect’s the squad (TS)
And he reps the Bronx
And it’s all about us, fuck ya’ll
I rap but I’m no a rapper
Bitch, I’m quick to slap a bitch
Another spaz on your ass
Remy be attacking shit
Poppin shit
But I’m back in it
Back in the act we got the mac in it
You are fraudulent
And all my shit’s immaculate
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
He’s alright, but he’s not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal…
Be like, she’s alright, but she’s not real