On streets You better keep hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on beats talk
1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself Fuck the cops, you on my Fuckin' with a nigga
1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a nigga
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk Some people look at me as the real of New York I like these, niggaz, that 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 in the front In somethin' that you seen and you
But otherwise I'm cool it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a with it Everybody's gangsta through the Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV up sets And you know you ain't like that but you'll say you is Go and rent a a shit and and then say that 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 really 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 fuck me Get in the way you could get yourself Fuck the cops, you on my Fuckin' with a nigga
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's And the homes look the spot on the other side of the C's When they ain't never been on the side of the p's
I can see through 'em, ya tents are too Every sentence you is far from the truth You wanna be nigga you are in the booth But you ain't got the heart, the or the proof
And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the You around talkin' how every dime sucked you When they don't even to you, never mind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come Step foot in here and they gon' put you you won't come back Dog, how the fuck you gon' keys in ya' house When ya' mamma won't even give you to the house, loser?
1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my Fuckin' with a nigga
1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get shot Fuck the cops, you on my with a gangsta nigga
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' Trynna fool the world with a Jacob 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 fingered a All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a
If recognize real, you'd be a John Doe You livin' in a closet but it a condo I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans Nah, I think it's these hip hop con gangstas is played out now This the eighties, battle 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 the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta
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
1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets You better keep hand on them heats And live what you on them beats Real
1, 2, 3 and any that you on them streets You better keep hand on them heats And live you sayin' on them beats talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
It's really really really real talk It's really really really really talk It's really really really really real It's really really really really real