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On them
You better keep your hand on heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
talk..

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be to front
Like the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you
But otherwise I'm wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. up sets
And you know you ain't that
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you wouldn't put on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't really wanna wit me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a nigga

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other of the c's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a before the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When they even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make lookin' like
Tryina fool the world a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like sex
You never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out

1-2-3; and any time that you on streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk
Real
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really real
It's really really really really talk