Shit Is Real Pt. Iii Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

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Slow motion baby, unh 

Tell you what I see through these eyes 

All we do is speak the truth 

Shit is realla then real 

Shit is realla then real 

My true niggas walk wit me, yeah 

They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard? 

Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening 

How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening? 

Why you had to take Pun, someone so young 

Had so much more to live for, as real as they come 

Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story 

But did they tell you how he provided for forty 

family members, grandmas to shorties 

Even my seeds ate off the big homie 

How could you deceive your kids like that? 

Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack 

Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track 

How could I jus stand there and not react? 

And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas 

You know, do anything for the lime light niggas 

I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma 

I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna 

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Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know 

It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe 

The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film 

Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed 

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly 

Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey 

I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen 

To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard? 

Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season 

Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love 

Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love 

Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up! 

I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?" 

Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs 

See a rapper think of a lucrative deal 

But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel 

It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor 

But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma 

As for me I stay being the realest 

Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers 

I keep feeding the street but the street feed back 

Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks 

But never dat, see I keep long money 

and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me 

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Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out 

Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house 

If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour 

Busting my ass to make my fans future secure 

Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin 

All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin" 

The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla 

I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems 

Jealousy's a muthafucka 

Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya 

I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior 

Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya 

When it's all said and done I follow my dreams 

Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things 

To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin 

If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin