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

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

2X]
1-2-3; you really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
wit a gangsta nigga

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

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your ups' lookin' like
fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They gon' strip you, you runnin' naked next
security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

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