He's Not Real (intro) Lyrics - Fat Joe

Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX! 

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect 

Holdin the BX down 

Bronx Burrough... Terror Sqaud 

{Verse 1-Fat Joe} 

Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 

98% of these rapper's is all actor's 

Stay frontin, like you wild and'll spray somethin 

Come to find out, you ain't never slanged nothin 

Think it's the game, gon lose the sport 

I seen dude's get bruised through fort 

Then choose the court, a new's report 

They just pursed the court 

If you even think of bustin, they ass'll sooth your thoughts 

A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game 

Nigga's will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan 

Three in the chest and one in the part 

For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms 

Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's 

For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam 

Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz 

F**k love, here we believe in nothin but slugs 

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{Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe} 

{Prospect} 

Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill... 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel... 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal... 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

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{Verse 2-Prospect} 

Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks 

Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back 

I'll make you leave the game like Ma, and get ya name erased 

Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase 

I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium era 

Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather 

Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever 

Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather 

Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd 

Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style 

He love the way I do this, leavin nigga's clueless 

It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this 

My twin?, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G's 

You better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit these 

Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though 

Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa! 

{Chrous-Prospect, Fat Joe&Remi Martin} 

{Prospect} 

Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill... 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel... 

{Fat Joe} 

Be like, he's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill 

{Fat Joe} 

He's alright, but he's not real 

{Prospect} 

So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul... 

{Remi Martin} 

Be like, she's alright, but she's not real 

{Verse 3-Fat Joe} 

Yo, ayo I'm lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit me 

Only wear she like to rock is 560 

Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit me 

Puff blunts, like to get high just like Whitney 

Thug type, "Set It Off", like Jada 

And this chick go both ways, don't hate her 

Back in the block, they use to try to play her 

Till the Don out her to the qualities much greater 

Net Worth, put the tool in the skirt 

Which you fools know about gettin head in reverse 

About, clockin grips, and coppin whips 

You muthaf**ker's stay frontin, stop poppin shit 

Let's not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the choker 

Man, I'm still rockin my same chains from "Flow Joe" 

And you know Joe stay wit tha mack 

You hatin the fact, you can't do nathan to crack 

YA HEARD! 

{Chorus Till Fade} 

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