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Real Talk (123) Lyrics

"Real Talk (123)" was written by Jackson, John David / Murchison, Dwayne / Lovelace, Terrance.
"Real Talk (123)" was written by Jackson, John David / Murchison, Dwayne / Lovelace, Terrance.

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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 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

Songwriters
Jackson, John David / Murchison, Dwayne / Lovelace, Terrance

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