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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some look at me as the real talk of New York
I these like these niggaz 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 down like jeans in the
In somethin' that you and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta the promotion
Even if raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The is growin' upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't like
But you'll say 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 dinner wit'
Ain't a baller you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta

2]
How can niggaz say they be on the 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 never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too
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' shirt tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag the deal
You around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, fucked 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 gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
Tryina the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They gon' strip you, you runnin' naked next
security you like unprotected sex
You ain't gon' finger a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot 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 member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the
Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
Studio gangstas is out now
ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

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