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On streets
You better keep your hand on them
And live what you sayin' on them
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 put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down jeans in the front
In somethin' that you and you want
But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a wit' it
Everybodys' through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't like
But you'll say you is
Go and a bunch a shit 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 on hoopties

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

2]
How can niggaz say be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the v's
And the look like the spot on the other side of the c's
When they never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you flash ya' 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 sayin' come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you you won't come back
Dog, how the you gon' have keys in ya' house
ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They gon' strip you, have you naked next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never finger a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You in a closet and call it a condo
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I its these 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 that you on them
You keep your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real
talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
really really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk