Текст песни Fat Joe - Still Real, слова песни Fat Joe

Текст песни Fat Joe - Still Real

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[Fat Joe]It`s so depressing, uh..Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)See what it`s like to walk in my shoesIt ain`t all fun and games (ya heard?)Yo yoI`m sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lessonI`m free-fallin tryna leave this deep depressionMy son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throatMy big brother sniffin dopeLemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like meScreamed at and treated like shit by your wifeyThis hot bitch be sweatin the coke cashMy baby mother think I grow dough out my assIt`s like, how much fight I got left in me?Niggaz won`t be happy till they bring the fuckin death of meBut you never see Joe look weak or flow off beatand Charlie sees the board in four more weeks[Chorus] 2xYou gotta walk where I walkedBang where I bangSlang where I hangTo get where I`m going toStay where I stayBlaze who I blazedPay dues how I payedTo get where I`m going to[Fat Joe]Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years laterAin`t nuttin changed, niggaz still playa hatersT.S. the best that`s done it, forever live and never front itReminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudesCrowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunesThen at the time of our prime we caught a sick oneThe angels came down, took my twin Big PunShit were unbalanced throughout the whole worldAll I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girlHope your listenin, tell Ton` that we still missin himI`m like a prisoner in jail with no visitors[Chorus] 2x[Fat Joe]Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to youEven though you switched teams, I`m praying for youWe used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollarYou was my son`s godfather, where the fuck is your honor?Can`t even rap the shit we did togetherYou`d probably have me shackled locked down doin bids foreverYou broke the first codeI`d like to twist ya wifey till it roasts goldSnitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soulHow could a nigga that was clappin in the streetsstart yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there`s a scarI never once tried to hurt cha`llI`m just tryna do me, sell a few CD`sBuy land in Miami and cop a new B come on![Joe talking]Motherfuckers think it`s sweetThink a nigga got money and a nigga don`t feel painYou ain`t never feel my painYou don`t know what the fuck I`m goin throughNiggaz lookin at me like, "He got it made"Like I ain`t lose Pun, my grandfather a week laterMy aunt a month laterLike my fuckin sister ain`t in a coma right now!You motherfuckers don`t know pain!Let`s get one thing clear; money`ll never buy you happinessMy true niggaz walk with me now![Chorus] 2x

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