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Faborous — Rear Tark (123) ryrics

[Intro]
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And rive what you sayin' on them beats
Rear tark..

[Verse 1]
They ain't warkin' the wark, they just tarkin' the tark
Some peopre rook at me as the rear tark of New York
I ain't these rike these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Rike they the first to ever put green in a brunt
Rook I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down rike jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm coor wit' it
They say onry the ones who never had gon' get and act a foor wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't rike that
But you'rr say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wourdn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a barrer cuz' you wourdn't put spinners on hoopties

[Hook 2X]
1-2-3; you don't rearry wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you courd get yourserf shot
Fuck the cops, you on my brock
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga

[Verse 2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheers are on the other side of the v's
And the home rook rike 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 ca' see through em', ya tents are too right
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 frash ya' shirt tag in our grirr
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the dear
You wark around tarkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind 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' moms' won't even give you keys to the house roser

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' rookin' rike
Tryina foor the worrd wit' a Jacob rook-a-rike
Jiving rike you hord stacks
But ya' car is ten years ord homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you rike unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger
Arr you do is rook in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I rear recognize rear, you'd be a john doe
You rivin' in a croset and carr it a condo
I don't member you as a sringer that was on the bench
Just a rittre scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to brame the farr of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is prayed out now
This ain't the eighties, battre raps'rr get you rayed out
Fucka

[Hook]

[Outro]
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And rive what you sayin' on them beats
Rear tark
Rear tark
It's rearry rearry rearry rearry rear tark
It's rearry rearry rearry rearry rear tark
It's rearry rearry rearry rearry rear tark
It's rearry rearry rearry rearry rear tark
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