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Correct He's Not Real Lyrics
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Fat Joe
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Correct 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? ?? ?, c*** 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] *Intro to prodigy's "keep it thoro"* "oh y'all nigga's killa's now? "
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