[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!
    [Chorus 2x]