[Fat Joe]. It's so depressing uh... Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches). Shit 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 motherfucker wanna be just like me. Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey. This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash. My baby mother think I grow dough out my ass. It's like how much fight I got left in me?. Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin 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 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 "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. Shit 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 fuck is your honor?. Can't even rap the shit 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 nigga turned state to sold ya soul. How could a nigga 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 B come on!. [Joe talking]. Motherfuckers think it's sweet. Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain. You ain't never feel my pain. You don't know what the fuck 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 fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!. You motherfuckers don't know pain!. Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness. My true niggaz walk with me now!.