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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
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
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

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John David Jackson (born November 18, 1977 in Brooklyn, New York), better known by his stage name Fabolous, is a Grammy award nominated American rapper, actor and designer signed to Def Jam Records. He released his debut album, Ghetto Fabolous in 2001 and has since released 2003's Street Dreams, 2004's Real Talk and 2007's From Nothin' To Somethin', all of which have collectively sold over four million copies in the United States. His fourth studio album, Loso's Way, was released in July of 2009 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart.

It takes talent to make the struggle to succeed seem effortless, but that is the gift that separates artists like Brooklyn's John Jackson, aka Fabolous, from the everyday MC. While most rappers spend more and more time convincing the masses of their "hustle," Fabolous lets his work speak for his effort. With two platinum albums (2001's Ghetto Fabolous and 2003's Street Dreams) and one Gold (2004's Real Talk) to his credit, the veteran hitmaker still exudes a rookie-of-the year swagger. After recording for both Elektra and Atlantic Records, Fab is enjoying a home coming with the legendary Def Jam label. His first recorded song was "If They Want It" from DJ Clue's The Professional, which was released by Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam in 1998.

"I had people in my corner already over there," Fab says of DJ Clue and A&R Skane, the Desert Storm duo who discovered Fabolous. "So it wasn't like I was coming to a new neighborhood."

While he doesn't site any one reason for his move, Fabolous has learned a lot from his time in the industry and is eager to capitalize on his experience. "I haven't peaked yet," he explains. "I was happy with the past records, but I have some adversity to learn off of for the future."

It's appropriate that Fabolous is getting a fresh start for his latest release because he wants From Nothin' to Somethin' to be a rebirth for his fans old and new. "Everybody is trying to take what they have and make something more," says Fabolous, explaining the album's title. "It's a new year, everybody's on their hustle, back in the gym and I'm trying to give them some inspiration. This is music to chase your money too, work out--motivation music.

The first single "Make Me Better" is produced by Grammy Award winning producer Timbaland and finds Fabolous doing what he does best; blending radio ready sound beds with clever and memorable lyrics. Rapping that he needs "a Corretta Scott to make me King" Fab picks up with his female fans where "Baby" left off. "It's a great feel good record, it's got a lot of style to it," he says. "I wanted a record that could show that I could touch different people with my music."

Already recognized for his hit-making ability, Fabolous is eager to show the diversity of his technique while staying true to his blueprint for success. On the cocky "Make Money" he cleverly borrows Notorious B.I.G's trademark chuckle to comment on the laugh-ability of his competition: "these dudes is stand up rappers, hip-hop comedians, I start laughin as soon as I put your CD in." His wit and wordplay is not something he gets enough credit for, but the MC is confident people will come around. "Certain people recognize it," he says, "but its like they'll sing it in the shower, but they won't sing it outside. It's all good though. One of them days you gonna get drunk and start singing that song."

Enlisting a whose-who list of guests that includes Akon, Young Jeezy, Ne-Yo and Junior Reed, Fabolous plays to a variety of audiences on this disc, but there is no mistaking that it's his show from beginning to end. The anthemic "Brooklyn" features a yet to be disclosed surprise guest and "Change Up" pairs Fab with singer, producer extraodinaire Akon helping him reflect on his life and career.

"Anytime you become a successful person, people may look at you and say you changed," explains Fabolous, who references the October 2006 shooting that took place outside of Justin's restaurant in the lyrics of the song. "That record just talks about people changing as a person for money, how they carry themselves and treat other people. For me, I might have changed where I live or my number, but I haven't changed as a person…I slid a line or two about what happened in October but I'm not coming out with a bullet proof vest or anything."

The playful "Foggin Up The Windows," produced by Miami's The Runners, features R. Kelly's chopped and screwed vocals from his hit "Ignition" to prop up Fabolous' ode to parkin' lot pimpin' of the more carnal kind.

"I just took it back to trying to get some in the car," he says with a laugh. "Everyone's either done it or tried to get some in the car. It may not have been the place of choice but everybody's had a hotel on wheels."

Other rewind worthy tracks like "Real Playa" featuring Lloyd, "Diamonds" featuring Young Jeezy and the Just Blaze produced "Back To School" round out an impressive collection that makes From Nothin' to Somethin' worth the two-year wait. In his absence no artist has come close to matching his boyish charm, wit and unassuming cool both on and off the mic. With a new team and a pop of his collar Fabolous is indeed "fresh to Def."

"I'm trying to bring good music back to the game," he says confidently. "And anybody that's bringing good music, the hype is gonna follow them."

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