Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Prospectt - He's Not Real lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Remy Ma [Reminisce Kioni Mackie] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Prospectt - He's Not Real lyrics]
Yo, everybody talkin gats
Really don't pack em
98% of these rappers is all actors
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 news 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 lift you off your
Feet wit the Can yan
Three in the chest and one in the palm
For disrespect you
Get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean
Then show me your arm for these tracks
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 ya who said that (me)
All these bitches in this
Industry is 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 (pussy bitch)
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 (nigga)
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
Really don't pack em
98% of these rappers is all actors
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 news 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 lift you off your
Feet wit the Can yan
Three in the chest and one in the palm
For disrespect you
Get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean
Then show me your arm for these tracks
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 ya who said that (me)
All these bitches in this
Industry is 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 (pussy bitch)
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 (nigga)
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