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Viewing Lyrics for Streets is Talking:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | The Dynasty Roc La Familia | | Track: | Streets is Talking | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 2 | | | | Lyrics: | feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Jay-Z]
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 explainin this
I'm waitin on
arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't
it?
I shoulda known better, and I planned to
but dog they be takin me out of my zone like
a nigga 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 nigga 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 thinkin
dick, pause
Your future's 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
mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss
perspirin
[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all
in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah,
yeah..
[Jay-Z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And I
only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin the
poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
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 stressin, who's his baby's
moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...
[Chorus]
When the, streets
is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
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
talkin, niggaz is gossipin
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
[Jay-Z]
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 takin it's 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
stress'll take a young nigga, 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 nigga 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
nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga
[Beanie
Sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the
block before I'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious
now
So, under the park the 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 fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah
Niggaz 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
Fuck you I got guns like Neo in
+Matrix+
Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like payroll
or soft like Play-Doh get
knocked off like Fredo
Corleone, they find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz
that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga 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 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
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, motherfuckers!! Yeah | | | |
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