Текст песни: Fabolous - 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 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 who 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
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 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 cuz` you wouldn`t put spinners on hoopties
[Hook 2X]
1-2-3; you don`t 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 v`s
And the home 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 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 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
When they don`t even speak to you, nevermind 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` moms` won`t 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 ain`t never gon` finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you`d be a john doe
You livin` in a closet and 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 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
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
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[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 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 who 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
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 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 cuz` you wouldn`t put spinners on hoopties
[Hook 2X]
1-2-3; you don`t 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 v`s
And the home 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 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 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
When they don`t even speak to you, nevermind 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` moms` won`t 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 ain`t never gon` finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you`d be a john doe
You livin` in a closet and 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 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
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
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