Real Talk (123) Lyrics - Fabolous

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 

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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 

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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