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On streets
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 these niggaz who be feinin' to front
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 that you seen and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the
Even if they in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
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 wit' groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you wouldn't put on hoopties

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

2]
How can niggaz say be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the v's
And the home look like the on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya are too light
Every sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag the deal
You around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even 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 gon' keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They gon' you, have you runnin' naked next
Without you like unprotected sex
You never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and 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 its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

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