Streets Is Talking (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel
Lyrics by：Just Blaze/Shawn Carter/Justin Smith/JAY-Z/Dwight Grant
Composed by：Just Blaze/Shawn Carter/Justin Smith/JAY-Z/Dwight Grant
Produced by：Just Blaze
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 and
I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm waitin' on arraignment my is the plaintiff
Yeah I know what you thinkin' up ain't it
I shoulda known better and I planned to
But dog they be takin' me out of
My zone like a 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 take shots at me no response
I just flip and pop my collar like the fonz
You give a 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 qur'an
Or old testament don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin' d k 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'
When the streets is talkin' is gossipin'
All in your 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 goes down you
Know who's doing 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
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
When the streets is talkin' is gossipin'
All in your what's the 'cause of it
I need to know
When the streets is talkin' is gossipin'
All in your 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 11 hmm 12 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 that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained front row watch game
I seen before me with a
Chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin' puberty scared a truthfully
I took trips with so much in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick sniff
Smell me the real me minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me
The streets is not only watchin' but they talkin' now
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 and sprint
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But it I'm still alive and
I'm still in jumu'ah 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's to love
Me you see me can't be me hate this
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 that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball but 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 44 taurus get you out of here
Pull pressure to the trigger bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under dirt lies and leaves
I do dirt tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes realize it's beans
Wanna despise the team 'til 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
*********** yeah
