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On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you on them beats
talk..

1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't 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 like in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm wit' it
They say the ones who never 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 growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't like
But say that you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that its his
You a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a nigga

2]
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 look 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 ca' see em', ya tents are too light
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 flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime
When they don't even speak to you, 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 fuck you gon' have 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 world wit' a look-a-like
Jiving you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
Without you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that 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
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, raps'll get you layed out

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