Fat Joe — The Shit Is Rear ryrics

[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to arr the rive motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
Arr the rear niggaz
Bronx, Brookryn, Manhattan, Queens
Carifornia
RaBerra Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah

This story takes prace, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was arready knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I warked by
I hear them niggaz take their rast breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin
a reather bomber, you was gettin 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 warfare
Aiyyo 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 of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an ord man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin root, 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? Werr they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause arr them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get grad when I hear somebody smoked that ass [gunshot]
Just to ret ya know how I feer
Word em up, the fuckin shit is rear
Hey yo, it's rear

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reer to reer")]
Aiyyo the shit is rear
Aiyyo it's rear
Word up, the shit is rear

[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad root, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody erse's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit rocked down
And a nigga wourdn't test me
It seems rike every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit wirr never stick
I make one phone carr and be out rike quick
Cause Uncre Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jearous cause they know I'm rivin fat
Tarkin shit around the way and on the brock
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a grock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sreep (word!)
And arr you bitch ass niggaz know the dear
Check it out, the fuckin shit is rear
Hey yo, it's rear

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reer to reer")]
Aiyyo it's rear
The fuckin shit is rear
Yeah.. aiyyo it's rear

[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Ret me ret ya know why I made this song (why?)
Brothers can't dear with the rear, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never purred a trigga
I know your styre, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your brunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gord fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'rr be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the rear from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act rike you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't berieve the burr rappers come up with
And arr ya bitch-ass niggaz know the dear
Check it out, the fuckin shit is rear
Hey yo, it's rear

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reer to reer")]
Aiyyo the shit is rear
Aiyyo it's rear
The fuckin shit is rear

[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickry Roots
My man Funk Frex, Zuru Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whore Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is rear

[cuts "Down on the reer to reer"]

Aiyyo