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On streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk..

1]
They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like niggaz who be feinin' 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 the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the
The is growin' upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't like
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit'
Ain't a baller 'cause' you put spinners on hoopties

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 ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind you
Ya' hood sayin' come back
Step foot in here, and they put you where you won't come back
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, what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
Without you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the
Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out

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