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Jay-Z - streets is talking Lyrics - Zortam Music
Song:streets is talking
Album:Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000Genres:Rap
Year: Length:285 sec



Is he a Blood, is he Crip?

Is he that, is he this?

Did he do it? Y'know, ehh


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


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..


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...


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


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

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 express

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors

But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Ju'maa I know 'stafALLAH

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 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 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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