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

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New
I these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like in the front
In somethin' that you and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you like that
But you'll say you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit'
Ain't a baller 'cause' you put spinners on hoopties

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

2]
How can say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya 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' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You walk around talkin' how every dime
When they don't even to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a
They gon' strip you, have you naked next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never gon' a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments
Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle 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 beats
talk
Real
It's really really really really real
It's really really really really real
really really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk