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Fabolous - "Real Talk (123)"
Lyrics to Real Talk (123) : [Intro] On them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin on them beats Real talk.. [Verse 1] They aint walkin the walk, they just talkin the talk Some people look at me as the real talk of New York I aint these like these niggaz who be feinin to front Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt Look I dont be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front In somethin that you seen and you want But otherwise Im cool wit it They say only the ones who never had gon get and act a fool wit it Everybodys gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house wit a view of the ocean The bangers is growin upset Cuz ya ass is on t.v. throwin up sets And you know you aint like that But youll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You aint a pimp or you wouldnt go to dinner wit groupies Aint a baller cuz you wouldnt put spinners on hoopties [Hook 2X] 1-2-3; you dont really wanna fuck wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin wit a gangsta nigga [Verse 2] How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the vs And the home look like the spot on the other side of the cs When they aint never been on the other side of the ps I ca see through em, ya tents are too light Every sentence you write is far from the truth You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth But you aint got the heart, the scars, or the proof And now you flash ya shirt tag in our grill But Im hearin you was a dirtbag before the deal You walk around talkin how every dime sucked When they dont even speak to you, nevermind fucked you Ya hood sayin dont come back Step foot in here, and they gon put you where you wont come back Dog, how the fuck you gon have keys in ya house When ya moms wont even give you keys to the house loser [Hook] [Verse 3] Nigga you in the mirror, checkin what your make ups lookin like Tryina fool the world wit a Jacob look-a-like Jiving like you hold stacks But ya car is ten years old homie, ya drivin in a throwback They gon strip you, have you runnin naked next Without security you like unprotected sex You aint never gon finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga I real recognize real, youd be a john doe You livin in a closet and call it a condo I dont member you as a slinger that was on the bench Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is played out now This aint the eighties, battle rapsll get you layed out Fucka [Hook] [Outro] 1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin on them beats Real talk Real talk Its really really really really real talk Its really really really really real talk Its really really really really real talk Its really really really really real talk [ Real Talk (123) Lyrics ]
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