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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, they just the talk
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be to front
they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta the promotion
Even if they in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is upset
ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like
But say that you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't really wanna wit me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
wit a gangsta 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 like the spot on the side of the c's
When ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the
You wanna be that 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 you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind you
Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you come back
Dog, how the fuck you have 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' lookin'
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 gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
security you like unprotected sex
You ain't gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You in a closet and call it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
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 that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real
talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really real
It's really really really real talk
really really really really real talk