Streets Is Talking

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 shit, and I'm sick of explainin' this

I'm waitin' on arraignment, my nigga is the plaintiff

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

They tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggas 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 Qur'an

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', niggas 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 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

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', niggas 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', niggas 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 11, hmm, 12 years old

He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin' its toll

But I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad

I grew up pushin' snowflake to niggas 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 niggas before me with a chance to write they own script

Slip up and change the story

I seen young niggas 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

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 and Sprint

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors

But fuck 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

Fuck 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 niggas 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 .44 Taurus 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

Niggas 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, motherfuckers

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