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

1]
They ain't the walk, they just 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' you seen and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean
The bangers is upset
ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit'
Ain't a baller 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on

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

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas'
the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other 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
Every sentence you write is far the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk around how every dime sucked
When they don't even to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't 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, what your make ups' lookin' like
fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a
I real real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a and call it a condo
I don't member you as a that was on the bench
Just a little ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
Studio is played out now
ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

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