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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to
they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the
In somethin' that you seen and you
But I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a wit' it
Everybodys' through the promotion
if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The is growin' upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you you ain't like that
But you'll say 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
a baller 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't 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 on the other 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 you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind you
Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
When ya' moms' even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob
like 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 unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
gangstas 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 better keep your hand on them
And live what you on them beats
talk
Real
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
really really really really real talk