On streets You better your hand on them heats And what you sayin' on them beats Real
1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get shot Fuck the cops, you on my with a gangsta nigga
1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me Get in the way you could get shot the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the Some people look at me as the talk of New York I ain't like these, niggaz, be feinin' to front Like they the first to ever put green in a Look, I be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front In somethin' you seen and you want
But I'm cool with it They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool with it Everybody's gangsta the promotion Even if raised in a house with a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say it's his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to with groupies Ain't a 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga
1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a nigga
1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me Get in the way you could get shot the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta
How can say they be on the other side of the seas Where the steering wheels are on the other of the V's And the homes like the spot on the other side of the C's When they ain't never on the other side of the p's
I can see 'em, ya tents are too light Every sentence you write is far the truth You wanna be 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 bag before the deal You walk around how every dime sucked you When they don't even speak to you, never mind you
Ya' sayin' don't come back 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' mamma even give you keys to the house, loser?
1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself Fuck the cops, you on my Fuckin' with a gangsta
1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me Get in the way you get yourself shot the cops, you on my block Fuckin' a gangsta nigga
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your ups' lookin' like Trynna fool the world a Jacob look-a-like like you blow stacks But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next Without security, you like sex You ain't never a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga
If recognize real, you'd be a John Doe You livin' in a closet but 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 it's hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is out now This ain't the eighties, raps'll get you layed out, fucka
1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get shot Fuck the cops, you on my Fuckin' a gangsta nigga
1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me Get in the way you could get shot Fuck the cops, you on my with a gangsta nigga
1, 2, 3 and any time you on them streets You better keep your hand on heats And live you sayin' on them beats Real
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 talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real
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