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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I ain't these these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the
In somethin' that you 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 the promotion
Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean
The is growin' upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. up sets
And you know you ain't that
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that 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 shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a nigga

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 like 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 through em', ya are too light
Every you write 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' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk around how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind you
Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' 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 fool the world a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They gon' you, have you runnin' naked next
Without you like unprotected sex
You ain't gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, 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
Just a little ass ringer in the tournaments
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

1-2-3; and any time that you on them
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk
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