Streets Is Talking (Explicit Version) - Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel

Is he a blood is he crip

Is he that is he this

Did he do it yknow ehh

Look

If I shoot you I'm brainless

Different toilet same sh*t and I'm sick of explainin this

I'm waitin on arraignment my ni**a is the plantiff

Yeah I know what you thinkin - f**ked up ain't it

I shoulda known better and I planned to

But dog they be takin me out of my zone like a ni**a with a handle

I sat back and watched it put the gats back in the closet

I tried to tie my hands like an iraqi hostage

Let niggaz take shots at me no response

I just - flip and pop my collar like the fonz

You give a ni**a a foot hell take you one step beyond

Hell try to play you twice the third time is the charm

You wanna conversate with the writer of the q***n

Or old testament don't test him then

I know what yall thinkin dick pause

Your futures my past I've been here before

I know when you're schemin I feel when you plottin

I got mental vision intuition

I know where you goin I read your minds navigational system

Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

When the streets is talkin niggaz is gossipin

B**ches all in your sh*t 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 watchin

And I only use his waist to keep my glock in

But when sh*t goes down you know whos doin the poppin

And if you don't know guess whos doin the droppin

S dot again yall got him in a bad mood

Bad move; thats bad news

How many times have I got to prove

How many loved ones have you got to lose

Before you realize that its probably true

Whatever jigga say jigga probably do

Sh*t 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 hes dead and gone

From what the block has spoken my god

Everybody stressin whos his babys moms

Who he got pregnant let me tell you ahh

When the streets is talkin niggaz is gossipin

B**ches all in your sh*t 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 talkin niggaz is gossipin

B**ches all in your sh*t 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

Hes probably somewhere where the liquor is takin its toll

But I ain't mad at you dad holla at your lad

I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base

The stressll take a young ni**a give him a old face

All I did was smoke joke think and drink

Copped caine and complained front row watch game

I seen niggaz before me with a chance to write they own script

Slip up and change the story

I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory

Before reachin puberty scared a ni**a truthfully

I took trips with so much sh*t in the whip

That if the cops pulled us over the dogd get sick sniff

Smell me ni**a the real me ni**a minus the rumors

Holla if you feel me ni**a

The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now

Sh*t they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now

Don't get it twisted I ain't *****in 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 express

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors

But f**k it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah

Niggaz wanna press me put my back to the wall

But pressure bust pipes I know I spat it to yall

To know me is to love me you see me can't be me hate this

F**k you I got guns like neo in +matrix+

Cross the family think macs sweet like cairo

Or soft like play-doh get knocked off like fredo - corleone

They find you with a hole in your dome

I roll with niggaz thatll follow you and go to your home

Thought you ball but ni**a you fall to my defense

Catch you while you reachin clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin

Apply full court pressure

Like four-four get you out of here pull pressure

To the trigger bullets fly in threes

You forever rest under b******t dirt lies and leaves

I do b******t dirt tell lies then leave

Look in my eyes realize its beans

Niggaz 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 motherf**kers yeah