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[Intro]<br>
Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you
On them streets<br>
You better keep your hand on them heats<br>
And live what you sayin' on them beats<br>
Real talk..<br><br>
 
[Verse 1]<br>
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk<br>
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York<br>
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front<br>
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt<br>
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front<br>
In somethin' that you seen and you want<br>
But otherwise I'm cool wit' it<br>
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it<br>
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion<br>
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean<br>
The bangers is growin' upset<br>
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets<br>
And you know you ain't like that<br>
But you'll say that you is<br>
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his<br>
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies<br>
Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties<br><br>
 
[Hook 2X]<br>
1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me<br>
Get in the way you could get yourself shot<br>
Fuck the cops, you on my block<br>
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga<br><br>
 
[Verse 2]<br>
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'<br>
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's<br>
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's<br>
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's<br>
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light<br>
Every sentence you write is far from the truth<br>
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth<br>
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof<br>
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill<br>
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal<br>
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked<br>
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you<br>
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back<br>
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back<br>
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house<br>
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser<br><br>
 
[Hook]<br><br>
 
[Verse 3]<br>
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like<br>
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like<br>
Jiving like you hold stacks<br>
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback<br>
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next<br>
Without security you like unprotected sex<br>
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger<br>
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga<br>
I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe<br>
You livin' in a closet and call it a condo<br>
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench<br>
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments<br>
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans<br>
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans<br>
Studio gangstas is played out now<br>
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out<br>
Fucka<br><br>
 
[Hook]<br><br>
 
[Outro]<br>
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets<br>
You better keep your hand on them heats<br>
And live what you sayin' on them beats<br>
Real talk<br>
Real talk<br>
It's really really really really real talk<br>
It's really really really really real talk<br>
It's really really really really real talk<br>
It's really really really really real talk<br>

Latest revision as of 04:42, 22 March 2014

Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you

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