Jay-Z - Streets Is Talking Lyrics
[jay-z]Is he a blood, is he crip?Is he that, is he this?Did he do it? yknow, ehhLook..If I shoot you, Im brainlessDifferent toilet, same shit, and Im sick of explainin thisIm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiffYeah, I know what you thinkin - *****ed up aint it?I shoulda known better, and I planned toBut dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handleI sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closetI tried to tie my hands like an iraqi hostageLet niggaz take shots at me, no responseI just - flip and, pop my collar like the fonzYou give a nigga a foot hell take you one step beyondHell try to play you twice, the third time is the charmYou wanna conversate with the writer of the quranOr old testament, dont test him thenI know what yall thinkin dick, pauseYour futures my past, Ive been here beforeI know when youre schemin, I feel when you plottinI got, mental vision, intuitionI know where you goin I read your minds navigational systemEverybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin[chorus]When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin*****es all in your shit, whats the cause of it?I need to know.. geah geahYeah yeah yeah, yeah..[jay-z]You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchinAnd I only use his waist to keep my glock inBut when shit goes down you know whos doin the poppinAnd if you dont know, guess whos doin the droppinS dot again, yall got him in a bad moodBad move; thats bad newsHow many times have I got to prove?How many loved ones have you got to loseBefore you realize that its probably true?Whatever jigga say, jigga probably doShit I paid my dues, I made the newsI came in the door for dolo, blazed the crewsAnd the streets say jigga cant go back homeYou know when I heard that? when I was back homeIm comfortable dog, brooklyn to romeOn any martin luther, dont part with your futureDont ever question if I got the heart to shoot yaThe answer is simply too dark for the userAnd as a snot-nose they said that he got flowsBut will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?fore the shots froze him, and hes dead and goneFrom what the block has spoken, my godEverybody stressin, whos his babys moms?Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...[chorus]When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin*****es all in your shit, whats the cause of it?I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ahChicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ahWhen the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin*****es all in your shit, whats the cause of it?I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uhYeah, yo, yo[jay-z]I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must knowI lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years oldHes probably somewhere where the liquor is takin its tollBut I aint mad at you dad, holla at your ladI grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-baseThe stressll take a young nigga, give him a old faceAll I did was smoke joke, think and drinkCopped caine and complained, front row watch gameI seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own scriptSlip up and change the storyI seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of gloryBefore reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfullyI took trips with so much shit in the whipThat if the cops pulled us over the dogd get sick, sniffSmell me nigga? the real me nigga, minus the rumorsHolla 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 Im parkin nowDont get it twisted, I aint *****in, Im just cautious nowSub, under the parka, extra cartridge nowHit his click sig up you fell at it youre denseI get word to the street like bell atlantic expressI feel the vibes and I hear the rumorsBut ***** it, Im still alive and Im still in jumaa I know stafallahNiggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wallBut pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to yallTo know me is to love me, you see me, cant be me, hate this***** you I got guns like neo in +matrix+Cross the family, think macs sweet like cairoOr soft like play-doh get knocked off like fredo - corleoneThey find you with a hole in your domeI roll with niggaz thatll follow you and go to your homeThought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defenseCatch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then Im leavinApply full court pressureLike four-four ? ? get you out of here, pull pressureTo the trigger, bullets fly in threesYou forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leavesI do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leaveLook in my eyes, realize its beansNiggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coachAnd straight up, divide they teamTrade they man for some pies and a couple of thingsTil the bullet.. ah, mother*****ers!! yeah..
