Bone Walker Goin' To Funky Town

[Intro] Hey, Joey Yeah This is goin' out to all the live motherfuckers, know what I'm sayin'? All the real niggas, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah [Verse 1] The story takes place back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen I was already to knockin' off punks (Yeah) And suckers were scared to death Every time I walked by I hear them niggas take their last breath (Ahh) See, I just didn't give a fuck And if you had a sheep skin or leather bomber you was getting stuck (Word) That was the way it was One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my cuz See, shit was fucked up back then No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends And my moms was on welfare Ayo, I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there So what the fuck was I to do? I'm sick and tired to being the bummiest nigga out the crew I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash I see a old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast Gimme your motherfucking loot, papi I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing stop me See, I'm tired of this poor shit And who the cops? Well, they can suck my motherfuckin' dick 'Cause all them niggas ever do is harass That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass Just to let you know how I feel, word 'em up The fuckin' shit is real [Chorus] Ayo, it's real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, the shit is real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, it's real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Word, the shit is real Down on the— Down on the— re— re— re— reel-to-reel [Verse 2] Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene (Uh-huh) I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (Word) Keeping shit in checking order And my main man Tone was fucking everybody else's daughter See everybody knew in town That Joe and Tone had shit locked down And a nigga wouldn't test me It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (Yeah) But the shit would never stick I make one phone call and be out right quick 'Cause Uncle Dan had my back And now niggas gettin' jealous 'cause they know I'm living fat Talkin' shit around the way and on the block But never in my face 'cause they knew I packed the Glock And my crew is mad deep A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so, ayo, don't sleep (Word) And all you bitch-ass niggas know the deal, check it out The fucking shit is real [Chorus] Ayo, it's real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, it's real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel The fuckin' shit is real Down on the re— re— re— re— (Yeah) Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, it's real Down on the re— re— re— (Check it out), reel-to-reel [Verse 3] Let me let ya know why I made this song (Why?) Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond I'm sick and tired of these fake-ass niggas Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigger I know your style (Yeah), I've seen it before (Uh-huh) You wear an army suit and now you think you're hardcore Drinkin' on your forties, smokin' on your blunts Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts (Yeah) You're fakin' the funk, kid And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid It's time to separate the real from the phony The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me I come equipped with the rough shit Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with (Damn) And all y'all bitch-ass niggas know the deal, check it out The fucking shit is real [Chorus] Ayo, it's real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, the shit is real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel Ayo, it's real Down on the— on the— on the— on— on the reel-to-reel The fuckin' shit is real Down on the— Down on the— Down on the reel-to-reel [Outro] Word up I wanna say peace to my peeps the Beatnuts Mesanjarz Of Funk, Strickly Roots My man Full Flex, Zulu Nation, Jazzy J in the house Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana Ayo, I'm out, word is bond The shit is real Fat— Fat— Fat— Fat Joe's— Fat— Fat— Fat Joe's in town— town Fat Joe's— Fat— Fat— Fat— Fat Joe's in town— town Fat Joe's— Fat— Fat— Fat— Fat Joe's in town— town Fat Joe's— Fat Joe's in town— town (Town)