[Verse 1: Ice-T]
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Yo, whose that fly nigga rocking the mic?
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Hold up, no, it can't be what it sound like
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I've thought that nigga left the game years ago
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I've seen him in People Madness with bad white whore
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I've seen him flossing rips on a covered Dub
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I've seen him with some Arabs in the back of the club
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I heard that every word that he says is real
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He used to take young bitches and then teach them to steal
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Heard him pimp as a Bishop, played the whole bubble
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For the word Ya-yo, maybe come back double
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I met him once, nigga, shot me the real
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He said get your paper player, fuck how they feel
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Lean to the ankles baby, gator to the floor
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Respect real niggaz, never trust the whore
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When you bust, squeeze the trigger 'til it motherfucker glow
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Then he said his name is Ice and he hit the door
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That's real talk!
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[Chorus: Kryst X2]
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Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
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It's real talk, Reeeeeaaaaal talk (It's real talk!)
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[Verse 2: Ice-T]
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I heard he went to Crenshaw, roll with the cribs
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I heard he made millions hitting cutey licks
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Then I heard that the nigga had roots in the East
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I heard the nigga's whole motherfucking fam's deceased
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He started all that shit out 'Fuck the Police'
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He really don't care, carrys gats and pares
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I know he's in his forties, I was just a child
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When a nigga came out and sent the game buckwild
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Real niggaz know that he's not no joke
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Black Raiders Beanie and them liquor store locs
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Not to even mention his folks
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Cali' niggaz hitting switches on them Hundred Spokes
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I read in an interview, he said he was done
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Then he comes with this fly shit back on the one
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But I heard he's never happy and the nigga's so upset
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That he jacks off my money then he fucks his bitch
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That's real talk!
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[Chorus: Kryst X2]
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[Interlude: Kryst]
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Ummmm.. got no habitation to a whore
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Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold
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Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
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Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!!
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[Verse 3: Ice-T]
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A blandness name is Coco when she carrys the gat
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Green eyes, big titties and that ass is fat
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Clean to the nigga, not impressed with rap
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To the side, if you try then she covers his back
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Seen them once in the champ, no posse, no crew
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Coco wears a mean shoe, it was just them two
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They shared in the back, everyone knew was true
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They was doing it the way that we're all wanted to do
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I heard that nigga don't sleep for days
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Writes poetry all night and reach experience plays
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No clothes off the rack, everything is made
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Don't drink hard liquor, just the great Kool-Aid
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Straight Gangster but got no beef
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Nobody talking down on his name in the street
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Has chips air tight, and his game is elite
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He's just the type of player that I aimed to be
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That's real talk!
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[Chorus: Kryst X2]
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[Outro: Kryst]
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Real Talk, got my name in the streets
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Talking about me, saying how much they love me
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But no one ever hold me through this game
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Cause every where I go, I keep hearing my name
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Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh! gotta keep it gangster
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Ohhh.. yeah, I keep it gangster
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Ummmm.. got no habitation to a whore
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Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold
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Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
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Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!!
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Real Talk
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| Ice-T |
