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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I ain't these like these who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the
In somethin' that you and you want
But otherwise I'm wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a wit' it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that
But say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say 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 nigga

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other 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 on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too
Every sentence you is far from 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 flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirtbag before the deal
You around talkin' how every dime sucked
When don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin'
Tryina fool the 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 never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I real real, you'd 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 little scrub ass ringer in the
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out

1-2-3; and any time that you on them
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
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 real talk