Lyrics:
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
cockeye, ShittyBoy Meechie
I can't even take care of myself when I think about this shit
Smoking a real nuclear shit submarine
I got this shit figured out
know i do it for real
Slapping this shit for real
I'm independent, no deal
Eating that ass like a meal
You know i do it for real
Slapping this shit for
you're 15 years old
That's what real life's about
Hey yo, fat people are hard to kidnap
So if you're fat and you're
All in this bitch, then grab your
the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's
fat why yo shit looking skimpy
Shell to his back now he falling like Ricky
If I cannot sleep then I’m popping a benny
Don’t need a chaser I’m downing
birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real
, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
[Fat Joe]
Power from the street lights made the place dark
But yo they didn't care, they turned it out..
Uhh, you know what this is, +South Bronx+!!
be the first (nah)
Won't be the last, all we see is cash (yeah)
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
Ayo we finna get this shit bro this is VV I L D
You can call me V you can call me Double V
You can call me Jo-Jo you can call me JC
You can call me
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
(216)
(Prod. WillThaHood)
Yeah its day one, let's meet the feds
We got Richie, Don, and the fat-ass Den
Guardin' the bathrooms, man, that shit
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you, niggas, talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma trying
go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
(Aye, Ronny been snapped on this beat)
Got damn boy, this like, this like some Lil Uzi Vert type shit, for real, for real
'Bout to to flow on this
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