Who Sang Still Real? Fat Joe

Fat Joe Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Roba Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Anthony N Best, Joseph Anthony N Cartagena, Raeford Godfrey Gerald, Reginald Spruill
release date: 2001-12-4
length: 4:11
producer: Buckwild
[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest **** I ever wrote (Money and cars *****es)
**** Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)
See what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)

Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many ************ want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like **** by your wifey
This hot ***** be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my ***
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
*****z won't be happy till they bring the ****in death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks

[Chorus 2x]
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where I'm going to

[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, *****z still playa haters
T.S. the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell *****z "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
**** were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell Ton' that we still missin him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

[Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the **** is your honor?
Can't even rap the **** we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch *****, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a ***** that was clappin in the streets
start yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell a few CD's
Buy land in Miami and cop a new be come on!

[Joe talking]
************s think it's sweet
Think a ***** got money and a ***** don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the **** I'm goin through
*****z lookin at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my ****in sister ain't in a coma right now!
You ************s don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true *****z walk with me now!

[Chorus 2x]



Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 J.O.S.E.
  • 3 King of N.Y.
  • 4 Opposites Attract (What They Like)
  • 5 Definition of a Don
  • 6 My Lifestyle
  • 7 We Thuggin'
  • 8 Fight Club
  • 9 What's Luv?
  • 10 He's Not Real (intro)
  • 11 He's Not Real
  • 12 The Fuck Up (interlude)
  • 13 Get the Hell on With That
  • 14 It's O.K.
  • 15 Murder Rap
  • 16 The Wild Life
  • 17 Still Real
  • 18 We Thuggin' (remix)

  • Album Information
    label: Atlantic
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 075678347221
    script: Latin