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On streets
You better keep your hand on them
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk..

1]
They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be to front
Like they the first to ever put in a blunt
Look I be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In that 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
Everybodys' through the promotion
Even if they in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. up sets
And you you ain't like that
But you'll say you is
Go and a bunch 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 put spinners on hoopties

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

2]
How can say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look the spot on the other side of the c's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be 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 hearin' you was a before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime
When they don't even to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what make ups' lookin' like
Tryina the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
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 and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, raps'll get you layed out

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