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On them
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk..

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I ain't these like these 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 like jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who never had get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta the promotion
if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you you ain't like that
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say its his
You a pimp 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 don't wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the v's
And the home look the spot 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 sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk around how every dime sucked
When they don't speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come
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 even you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you naked next
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 livin' in a closet and call it a
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its 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 that you on streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real
Real
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really real talk
really really really really real talk