he's not real

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

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

fuck love

here we believe in nothin but slugs

always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill. be like

he's alright

but he's not real

actin like he got a money

cause he never hold steel. be like

he's alright

but he's not real

always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill

be like

he's alright

but he's not real

so if the feds after indictment's

we know he gon squeal. be like

he's alright

but he's not real

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$e

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!

always see him in the club

frontin wit the ice grill. be like

he's alright

but he's not real

actin like he got a honey

cause he never hold steel. be like

he's alright

but he's not real

always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill

he's alright

but he's not real

so if the feds after indictment

you know he gon sqeaul. be like

she's alright

but she's not real

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"