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

1]
They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm wit' it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' through the promotion
Even if they in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. up sets
And you know you ain't like
But say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to wit' groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause' you put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't really fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself
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 spot on the other of the c's
When they ain't 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 be that nigga you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a before the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked
When they even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' moms' even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out

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