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On streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
talk..

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New
I ain't like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip like jeans in the front
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
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't that
But you'll say you is
Go and a bunch 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 baller 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on

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 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 side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too
Every sentence you write is far 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 every dime
When don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' sayin' don't come back
foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't 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 make ups' lookin' like
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
Without security you unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I real real, you'd be a john doe
You in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
Studio gangstas is 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 keep hand on them heats
And live what you on them beats
Real
talk
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really real talk