He`s Not Real Lyrics

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

[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]

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

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