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Some information about Real Talk 123 Lyrics Title: Fabolous - Real Talk 123 lyrics Artist: Fabolous Album: Real Talk Visitors: 7 visitors have visited Real Talk 123 Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. On them streetsYou better keep your hand on them heatsAnd live what you sayin on them beatsReal talk..[Verse 1They ain t walkin the walkthey just talkin the talkSome people look at me as the real talk of New YorkI ain t these like these niggaz who be feinin to frontLike they the first to ever put green in a bluntLook I don t be meaning to stuntbut I zip down like jeans in the frontIn somethin that you seen and you wantBut otherwise I m cool wit itThey say only the ones who never had gon get and act a fool wit itEverybodys gangsta through the promotionEven if they raised in a house wit a view of the oceanThe bangers is growin upsetCuz ya ass is on t.v. throwin up setsAnd you know you ain t like thatBut you ll say that you isGo and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its hisYou ain t a pimp or you wouldn t go to dinner wit groupiesAin t a baller cuz you wouldn t put spinners on hoopties[Hook 2X1-2-3; you don t really wanna fuck wit meGet in the way you could get yourself shotFuck the copsyou on my blockFuckin wit a gangsta nigga[Verse 2How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v sAnd the home look like the spot on the other side of the c sWhen they ain t never been on the other side of the p sI ca see through em ya tents are too lightEvery sentence you write is far from the truthYou wanna be that nigga you are in the boothBut you ain t got the heartthe scarsor the proofAnd now you flash ya shirt tag in our grillBut I m hearin you was a dirtbag before the dealYou walk around talkin how every dime suckedWhen they don t even speak to younevermind fucked youYa hood sayin don t come backStep foot in hereand they gon put you where you won t come backDoghow the fuck you gon have keys in ya houseWhen ya moms won t even give you keys to the house loser[Hook[Verse 3Nigga you in the mirrorcheckin what your make ups lookin likeTryina fool the world wit a Jacob look-a-likeJiving like you hold stacksBut ya car is ten years old homieya drivin in a throwbackThey gon strip youhave you runnin naked nextWithout security you like unprotected sexYou ain t never gon finger a triggerAll you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a niggaI real recognize realyou d be a john doeYou livin in a closet and call it a condoI don t member you as a slinger that was on the benchJust a little scrub ass ringer in the tournamentsNow they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fansNahI think its these hip hop con mansStudio gangstas is played out nowThis ain t the eightiesbattle raps ll get you layed outFucka[Hook[Outro1-2-3; and any time that you on them streetsYou better keep your hand on them heatsAnd live what you sayin on them beatsReal talkReal talkIt s really really really really real talkIt s really really really really real talkIt s really really really really real talkIt s really really really really real talk Hottest songs from Fabolous : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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