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Fabolous - Real Talk (123) Lyrics



Fabolous - Real Talk (123) Lyrics
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On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

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

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the sea's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tints are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You want to be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind f*cked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the f*ck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' momma won't even give you keys to the house loser

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryna fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow 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 ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
If real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a condo
I don't 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 ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you laid out f*cker

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

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
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
Real talk
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk nigga, uh
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On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

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

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the sea's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tints are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You want to be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind f*cked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the f*ck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' momma won't even give you keys to the house loser

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryna fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow 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 ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
If real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a condo
I don't 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 ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you laid out f*cker

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

1-2-3 you don't really want to f*ck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
F*ck the cops, you on my block
F*ckin' wit a gangsta nigga

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
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
Real talk
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk nigga, uh
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Writer: Duane Murchison, John David Jackson, Terrance Lovelace
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network

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