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Lyrics for Still Real by Fat Joe:
| | | Artist: | Fat Joe |
| | Album: | Jealous Ones Still Envy | | Track: | Still Real | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 91 | | | | Lyrics: | 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?)
See what it's
like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)
Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin tryna leave
this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big
brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed
at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby
mother think I grow dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see Joe look weak
or flow off beat
and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks
[Chorus 2x]
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To
get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I
payed
To get where I'm going to
[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine
years later
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.S. the best that's done
it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz
"run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear they
favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came
down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could
do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell Ton' that we
still missin him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors
[Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even
though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar
for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap
the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga,
turned state to sold ya soul
How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets
start
yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for
every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell
a few CD's
Buy land in Miami and cop a new B come on!
[Joe talking]
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You
ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin through
Niggaz lookin
at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My
aunt a month later
Like my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers
don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true
niggaz walk with me now!
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