Street Talk

Real niggas do what they want
Bitch niggas do what they can
Niggas need food for thought
And I'm putting food in they hands
Bring my niggas to the top
Don't act like you new to the plan
And you knew that life was a beach
Don't act like you new to the sand
If money talk then I wanna raise
Cause I ain't had a conversation in days
And I ain't had a thought of switching my ways
End of the day, I ain't at a loss
This shit pays
But real niggas don't love money
Just fucking with it on the side
Real niggas don't trust nothing that ain't in the family line
On rainy days, we get buckets and improvise
But niggas can't stand the rain
I think we seen 'em running inside
One at a time, I crack the code
This one of the lines, one of the minds
That's masterful, I ain't running to sign
Or tucking a nine, it's natural
That something you'll find
Under the lines
You have to know rap numbing the mind
Real niggas don't shoot
Or make niggas bleed
Real niggas know truth
And make em believe
Real niggas know youth
Chase what they see
So a real nigga mean what he say
And say what he mean
Not

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Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)

You hear what Simon says, believe Simon
Said "Jam ya breath", so heed silence
You can't express, you need guidance
Simon's piece used to speak for him, now he quiet
Don't need violence, calm the beast down
Don't watch him feast now
You can kick ya feet up or put ya feet down
Cause this real niggas' calling
You all in?
Shit wear ya weave up
Or wear ya weave down

(How can these people be talking about how they so real
And they don't care about our communities?
How can they be talking about what they
All this, you know the hood
Blahblahblahblahblah
They don't care about our communities
You know what I mean?
And tell me
If that's some real shit)

Still in large, I meant
I'm killing bars, I dreamt
I killed 'em all, got rich
That's ill and hard, not sin
That pill of poison is why
We still at large, I can't find
Why niggas say they shooters
But they still is on my bench, ha

Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)
Street talk, street talk (Dial 9-1-1)
Street talk, street talk (Ya'll minds gone numb)