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    "Streets is talking" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. Beanie Sigel

    Is he a blood? Is he a crip?
    Is he that? Is he this?
    Did he do it? You know uhh

    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
    That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage

    Let niggas take shots at me no response
    I just flip and pop my collar like the fons
    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 Quran
    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 ply
    And I got mental vision, intuition
    I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system
    Everybody whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin'

    When the streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
    Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
    I need to know

    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?

    'For 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

    Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'
    Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
    I need to know

    When the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
    Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
    I need to know

    I seen my first murder in the hall if you must know
    I lost my pops when I was eleven 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 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
    Cop came they 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 Express
    I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
    But fuck it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah

    Niggas wanna press me put my back to the wall
    But pressure bust pipes I know I spat 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 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 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

    Niggas 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
    Till the bullet ahh motherfuckers yeah
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Justin Gregory Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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