[fat joe]
It’s so depressing, uh..
Be the realest [bad word] I ever wrote (money and cars [bad word]  [bad word] is real part 2.. [bad word]  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 [bad word] wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like [bad word] by your wifey
This hot [bad word] be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my [bad word] It’s like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggaz won’t be happy till they bring the [bad word] death of me
But you never see joe look weak or flow off beat
And charlie sees the board in four more weeks
 [bad word]  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, niggaz 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 niggaz [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] is your honor?
Can’t even rap the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  turned state to sold ya soul
How could a [bad word] 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 [bad word] on!

[joe talking] [bad word] think it’s sweet
Think a [bad word] got money and a [bad word] don’t feel pain
You ain’t never feel my pain
You don’t know what the [bad word] I’m goin through
Niggaz 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 [bad word] sister ain’t in [bad word] right now!
You [bad word] don’t know pain!
Let’s get one thing clear; money’ll never buy you happiness
My [bad word] niggaz walk with me now!
 [bad word]  2x