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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like the first to ever put green in a blunt
I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you
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 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 know you ain't that
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a bunch a and and then say that its his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a nigga

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas'
Where the steering are on the other side of the v's
And the home look the spot on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other 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 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 the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come
Dog, how the fuck you 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 Jacob
Jiving like you hold
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
Without security you unprotected sex
You never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You livin' in a and call it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out

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