Prospect&Fat Joe] [Prospect] Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill.... [Fat Joe] Be like, he's alright, but he's not real [Prospect
(Instrumental)
[Fat Joe] It's so depressing, uh.. Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches) Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow
It's so depressin', uh Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars, bitches) Shit Is Real Part 2 (Drugs) Modern day (Society you know?) See what
real And like, he is alright, but he is not real Just stayin' in the front And he got it on his game Like, he is alright, but he is not real}
Traduzione: Fat Joe. Ancora Real.
Sand" game and you know what go cop! 50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that... Ha! DJ Whoo Kid! Fat Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn! FUCK FAT JOE
run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me, Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee, He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich, Even his mama upset that he still
tape kid, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it,
to tear the club up And this shit here should get all the thugs up It's for (the money makers) What (the booty shakers) Yea (my real niggas) And fuck
with my classics [Chorus: scratches] [Mic Geronimo:] "I subdue the microphone and left in in submission" "I'm on my team, my hustle and my grind you know? " [Fat Joe
, check it out [Gift Of Gab:] As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically Apparently niggas wanna sleep still Keep still
, you had to settle for rhymes that lacked substance, we got that in abundance Pro-black and you know that We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar come
wall And the looks and hand skills are reason to hate more I break laws, you'll prolly tat tears I'm harder than Fat Joe breathin after walkin up a flight
No matter twin, I'm still going strong Tonys still singin songs, tryin to swing it along Hes no longer foundation, sayin Joe put him on Hes dead wrong Armeggedion still
her bless A.G. Eveidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty Not Fat Joey Crack, but still
they in yo' yard, they in yo' yard Cool an' Dre, what they say, it's an Epidemic Miami, Dade County, we gon' represent it New York, holla at Fat Joe You
