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Streets is Talking

Jay-Z

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Is he a Blood, is he Crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
Look..

If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explaining this
I'm waiting on arraignment, my ni*** is the plaintiff
Yeah, I know what you thinking - fuc*** up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and I planned to
But dog they be taking me out of my zone like a ni*** with a handle
I sat back and watched it, put the Gats back in the closet
They tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage
Let niggas take shots at me, no response
I just flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz
You give a ni*** a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran
Or Old Testament, don't test him then
I know what y'all thinking dick, pause
Your future's my past, I've been here before
I know when you're scheming, I feel when you plotting
I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you going I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whispering - pst pst pst ss perspirin

When the, streets is talking, niggas is gossiping
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know... geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah...

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watching
And I only use his
Waist to keep my Glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doing the popping
And if you don't know, guess who's doing the dropping
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say Jigga can't go back home
You know when I heard that? When I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my God
Everybody stressing, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

When the, streets is talking, niggas is gossiping
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know... chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talking, niggas is gossiping
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo

I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my Pops when I was eleven, mmm, twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is taking it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad!
I grew up pushing snowflake to niggas that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young ni***, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen niggas before me, with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young niggas go out in a blaze of glory
Before reaching puberty, scared a ni*** truthfully
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF
Smell me ni***? The real me ni***, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me ni***

The streets is not only watching but they talking now?
Shit they got me circling the block before I'm parking now
Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin', I'm just cautious now
Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now
Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic and Sprint
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But f*** it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Ju'maa I know 'stafALLAH
Niggas wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
F*** you I got guns like Neo in Matrix
Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like Karo
Or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo - Corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggas that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but ni*** you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reaching, clip you then I cross you then I'm leaving
Apply full court pressure
Like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
To the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans
Niggas wanna despise the team; till I play head coach
And straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuck***!! Yeah..

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