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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Muchinson
Dwayne Muchinson
Songwriter
Terrance Lovelace
Terrance Lovelace
Songwriter
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Bender
John Bender
Assistant Engineer
Clue
Clue
Executive Producer
Skåne
Skåne
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Hotrunner T.L.
Hotrunner T.L.
Producer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Recording Engineer

Letra

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 wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with 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 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 with it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it Everybody's gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house with 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 it's his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with 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 C's When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's I can 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 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 dirt bag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked 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 fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser? 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like Trynna fool the world with 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 fingered 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 it's these hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is played out now This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with 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
Writer(s): John Jackson, Terrance Lovelace, Dwayne Murchison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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