Fat Joe - Shit is Real Pt. III lyrics

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 BIG, 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