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

1]
They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I ain't these these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a wit' it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin'
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. up sets
And you know you ain't that
But say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and 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 fuck wit me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a nigga

2]
How can niggaz say be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering are on the other side of the v's
And the home look the spot on the other side of the c's
When they never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the
And now you ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every sucked
When they even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood don't come back
foot 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 give you keys to the house

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make lookin' like
fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback
They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
security you like unprotected sex
You ain't gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga
I recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and it a condo
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments
Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con
Studio gangstas is out now
ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out

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