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On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
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
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
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the
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 pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you put spinners on hoopties

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

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 like the on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
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 walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you you won't come back
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, checkin' what make ups' lookin' like
Tryina the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a
I don't member you as a that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I its these 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 you on them streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real
Real
It's really really really real talk
really really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk