| Slow motion baby, unh
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| Tell you what I see through these eyes
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| All we do is speak the truth
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| Shit is realla then real
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| Shit is realla then real
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| My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
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| They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
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| Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening
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| How come I’m still stressed and even though the squad’s glistening?
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| Why you had to take Pun, someone so young
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| Had so much more to live for, as real as they come
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| Dead man can’t talk that’s why your hearing one side of the story
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| But did they tell you how he provided for forty
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| Family members, grandmas to shorties
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| Even my seeds ate off the big homie
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| How could you deceive your kids like that?
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| Make 'em believe they dad wasn’t worth jack
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| Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
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| How could I jus stand there and not react?
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| And I’m jus about sick of all you side line niggas
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| You know, do anything for the lime light niggas
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| I’m defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
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| I never thought I’d see the day they tried to send you byna
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| Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know
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| It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
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| The place I’m from, MTV don’t wanna film
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| Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
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| The ghetto ain’t a place that you wanna take lightly
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| Same cat that’ll spill you, will end up with your wifey
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| I’ve seen it all that’s why I’ve picked up the pen
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| To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?
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| Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it’s sue season
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| Can’t even go to the clubs and show my people love
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| Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love
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| Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up!
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| I’m like «hold up, ain’t they supposed to be dogs?»
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| Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs
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| See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
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| But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel
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| It’s more than obvious you don’t know a thing about honor
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| But what goes around comes around, you’ll soon learn about karma-
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| As for me I stay being the realest
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| Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers
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| I keep feeding the street but the street feed back
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| Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks
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| But never that, see I keep long money
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| And if you looking for that you’ll never see a cent from me
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| Motherfucker!
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| Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out
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| Now I’m rewinding in my summer beach house
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| If I’m not in the studio I’m out on tour
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| Busting my ass to make my fans future secure
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| Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin
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| All of a sudden niggas talkin like «Joey be frontin»
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| The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don’t holla
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| I know now B.I.G., Mo Money Mo Problems
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| Jealousy’s a muthafucka
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| Who’d a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya
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| I’m not stressin, I was born a warrior
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| Plus I’m too big, too strong, too wise for ya
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| When it’s all said and done I follow my dreams
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| Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
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| To let you know I’m the reason you still walking
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| If I said something it was me, not the liquor talking |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Is Real pt. III , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album Loyalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп