Fat Joe Lyrics
Fat Joe Lyrics
"The Shit is Real Lyrics"
The Coincidence Lyrics
i have devised a way where i don't care what you say cause talkin with you's impossible we've reached a stalemate we could lose a million ways still the result is the same so why try to debate? the pettiness is what i hate breaking all ties to you cause you don't fit my brain no offense, your circumstance didn't lend itself to us no synchronicity between you and me the coincidence of chance makes faulty circumstance why can't
i have devised a way where i don't care what you say cause talkin with you's impossible we've reached a stalemate we could lose a million ways still the result is the same so why try to debate? the pettiness is what i hate breaking all ties to you cause you don't fit my brain no offense, your circumstance didn't lend itself to us no synchronicity between you and me the coincidence of chance makes faulty circumstance why can't
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta ge
The Vision Of Death Lyrics
Visio venit ut dormiebam Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum Futurarumque gestarum Portavit haec mihi visio Came on the wings of a storm to seal the fate of mankind Each shall bring a gift of horrors 'til this world is no more Dark army marching cup of life runneth dry As the sobbing winds of death seep from a tortured grip from the bowels of life thou shalt slip Clouds churn amidst the horizon as thunder growls through the hillst cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (y
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smok
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo
Visio venit ut dormiebam Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum Futurarumque gestarum Portavit haec mihi visio Came on the wings of a storm to seal the fate of mankind Each shall bring a gift of horrors 'til this world is no more Dark army marching cup of life runneth dry As the sobbing winds of death seep from a tortured grip from the bowels of life thou shalt slip Clouds churn amidst the horizon as thunder growls through the hills
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (y
Lucky Guy Lyrics
Some people don't seem real at all Unafraid of any mountain Sure that the gods won't let him fall Should he fall, he will always get up again If he's hurt, he never shows it If he's wrong, nobody knows it Seems like he never has to try He just must be a lucky guy And when there's pain, he never minds it When it's lost, he always finds it Nobody really knows just why He just must be a lucky guy I wish I was that lucky guy
ea!) Some people don't seem real at all Unafraid of any mountain Sure that the gods won't let him fall Should he fall, he will always get up again If he's hurt, he never shows it If he's wrong, nobody knows it Seems like he never has to try He just must be a lucky guy And when there's pain, he never minds it When it's lost, he always finds it Nobody really knows just why He just must be a lucky guy I wish I was that lucky guy
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smok
Rise Up Lyrics
Well it's up to you what you really want to do - take time - to find a way Focus on your vision you're on a secret mission ignore what the masses say Well it's up to me what I really want to be and I'm still searching for the day We got to fight we got to feel we got to know that this is real If we're going to win this race We gotta rise up open our eyes up Take this vision and stop another casualty You want it all for free then you'll get nothing That's the way its got
in on your bluntsWell it's up to you what you really want to do - take time - to find a way Focus on your vision you're on a secret mission ignore what the masses say Well it's up to me what I really want to be and I'm still searching for the day We got to fight we got to feel we got to know that this is real If we're going to win this race We gotta rise up open our eyes up Take this vision and stop another casualty You want it all for free then you'll get nothing That's the way its got
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo