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Streets is Talking

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[Jay-Z]Is he a Blood, is he Crip?Is he that, is he this?Did he do it? Y`know, ehhLook..If I shoot you, I`m brainlessDifferent toilet, same shit, and I`m sick of explainin thisI`m waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiffYeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain`t 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 he`ll take you one step beyondHe`ll try to play you twice, the third time is the charmYou wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu`ranor Old Testament, don`t test him thenI know what y`all thinkin dick, pauseYour future`s my past, I`ve been here beforeI know when you`re schemin, I feel when you plottinI got, mental vision, intuitionI know where you goin I read your mind`s navigational systemEverybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin[Chorus]When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipinBitches all in your shit, what`s 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 who`s doin the poppinAnd if you don`t know, guess who`s doin the droppinS dot again, y`all got him in a bad moodBad move; that`s bad newsHow many times have I got to prove?How many loved ones have you got to losebefore you realize that it`s 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 can`t go back homeYou know when I heard that? When I was back homeI`m comfortable dog, Brooklyn to RomeOn any Martin Luther, don`t part with your futureDon`t 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 he`s dead and gonefrom what the block has spoken, my GodEverybody stressin, who`s his baby`s moms?Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...[Chorus]When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipinBitches all in your shit, what`s 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 gossipinBitches all in your shit, what`s 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 oldHe`s probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it`s tollbut I ain`t mad at you dad, holla at your ladI grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-baseThe stress`ll 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 dog`d 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 I`m parkin nowDon`t get it twisted, I ain`t bitchin, I`m just cautious nowSub, under the parka, extra cartridge nowHit his click Sig` up you fell at it you`re denseI get word to the street like Bell Atlantic expressI feel the vibes and I hear the rumorsBut fuck it, I`m still alive and I`m still in Ju`maa I know `stafALLAHNiggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wallBut pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y`allTo know me is to love me, you see me, can`t be me, hate thisFuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+Cross the Family, think Mac`s sweet like Cairoor soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo - CorleoneThey find you with a hole in your domeI roll with niggaz that`ll 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 I`m leavinApply full court pressurelike four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressureto the trigger, bullets fly in three`sYou forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leavesI do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leaveLook in my eyes, realize it`s 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, motherfuckers!! Yeah..

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