Streets Is Talking

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streets is talking - jay-z
Is he a blood, is he crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? yknow, ehh

Look..

If I shoot you, Im brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and Im sick of explainin this
Im waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up aint 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 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 quran
Or old testament, dont test him then
I know what yall thinkin dick, pause
Your futures my past, Ive been here before

I know when youre 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
Bitches all in your shit, whats 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 shit goes down you know whos doin the poppin
And if you dont 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

Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say jigga cant go back home
You know when I heard that? when I was back home
Im comfortable dog, brooklyn to rome
On any martin luther, dont part with your future
Dont 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
Bitches all in your shit, whats 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, whats 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 aint mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stressll 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 dogd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga? the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the block before Im parkin now
Dont get it twisted, I aint bitchin, Im just cautious now
Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now
Hit his click sig up you fell at it youre dense
I get word to the street like bell atlantic express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it, Im still alive and Im 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, cant be me, hate this
Fuck 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 nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then Im 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 bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, 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, motherfuckers!! yeah..