Fabolous - 123 lyrics

[Intro] On them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk.. 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 n***az 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 Everybody's gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean The bangers is growin' upset 'cause' ya' a** 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 sh** 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 [Hook: x 2] 1-2-3; you don't really want to f** wit me Get in the way you could get yourself shot f** the cops, you on my block f**in' wit a gangsta n***a How can n***az 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 see'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 want to be that n***a 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 dirtbag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every dime s**ed When they don't even speak to you, nevermind f**ed 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** you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser [Hook] [Verse 3] n***a 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 s** You ain't never gon' finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a n***a 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 a** 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 laid out f**er [Hook] 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