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