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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
Some people at me as the real talk of New York
I these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the
The bangers is upset
ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you you ain't like that
But you'll say you is
Go and a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller you wouldn't put spinners 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 side of the
Where the steering are on the other side 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 tents are too
Every sentence you write is far the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind you
Ya' hood sayin' don't back
foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin'
fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you hold 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 gon' finger a
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I member 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 its these hip hop con
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out

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