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On streets
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 look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to
Like they the first to put green in a blunt
Look I be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you
But I'm cool wit' it
say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' through the promotion
Even if raised 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 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 on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't really wanna wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself
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 are on the other side 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 through em', ya tents are too
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk talkin' how every dime sucked
they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood don't come back
foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' won't even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never gon' finger a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a
I real real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a and call it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub 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 gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out

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