He`s Not Real lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : He`s Not Real



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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
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin
but slugs

[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

[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$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!

[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 muthafucker'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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to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"]

"Oh y'all
nigga's killa's now?"