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On streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live you sayin' on them 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 like these 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 like jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm wit' it
They say only the ones who never had get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a house wit' a of the ocean
The bangers is 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 a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you wouldn't put on hoopties

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

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other of the c's
When they ain't been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the
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' shirt tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' come back
foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' moms' won't even you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never gon' finger a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and 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 little scrub ass ringer in the
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out

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