JAY-Z, Beanie Sigel - Streets Is Talking lyrics

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 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
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! yeah