Still Real - Fat Joe
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest sh_t I ever wrote (Money and cars b_tches)
Sh_t 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?)
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 motherf_cker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like sh_t by your wifey
This hot b_tch 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?
N_ggaz won't be happy till they bring the f_ckin death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks
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
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz "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
Sh_t 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
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 f_ck is your honor?
Can't even rap the sh_t 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 n_gga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a n_gga 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!
Motherf_ckers think it's sweet
Think a n_gga got money and a n_gga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the f_ck I'm goin through
N_ggaz 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 f_ckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherf_ckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true n_ggaz walk with me now!