"Real Talk (123)" lyrics
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you saying 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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
They ain't walking the walk, they just talking the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggas who be feining to front
Like they're 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 something 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 gangster through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean
The bangers is growing upset
'cause your ass is on T.V. throwing 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
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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
How can niggas say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the Vs
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the Cs
When they ain't never been on the other side of the Ps
I ca' see through 'em, your 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 your shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearing you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talking how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you
Your hood saying, "Don't come back."
Step foot in here, and they're gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have ki's in your house
When your moms 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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
Nigga you in the mirror, checking what your make-up's looking like
Tryna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But your car is ten years old homie, you're driving in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you running 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 living 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 it's these hip-hop con mans
Studio gangsters is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you laid out
Fucker
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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you saying on them beats
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
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you saying 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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
They ain't walking the walk, they just talking the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggas who be feining to front
Like they're 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 something 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 gangster through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean
The bangers is growing upset
'cause your ass is on T.V. throwing 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
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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
How can niggas say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the Vs
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the Cs
When they ain't never been on the other side of the Ps
I ca' see through 'em, your 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 your shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearing you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talking how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you
Your hood saying, "Don't come back."
Step foot in here, and they're gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have ki's in your house
When your moms 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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
Nigga you in the mirror, checking what your make-up's looking like
Tryna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But your car is ten years old homie, you're driving in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you running 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 living 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 it's these hip-hop con mans
Studio gangsters is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you laid out
Fucker
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
Fucking with a gangster 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
Fucking with a gangster nigga
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you saying on them beats
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
