123 Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

[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 

'cause' 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 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties 

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[Hook 2X] 

1-2-3; you don't really wanna f**k wit me 

Get in the way you could get yourself shot 

F**k the cops, you on my block 

F**kin' 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 

Photos 

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 f**ked 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 f**k 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 

F**ka 

[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