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 explaining this

I'm waiting on arraignment, my **** is the plaintiff

Yeah, I know what you thinking, fucked up ain't it?

I should known better and I planned to

But dog, they be taking me out of my zone like a **** 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 **** take shots at me, no response

I just flip and pop my collar like the Fonz

You give a **** 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 the men

I know what y'all thinking, dick pause

Your future's my past, I've been here before

I know when you're scheming, I feel when you plotting

I got mental vision, intuition

I know where you going, I read your mind's navigational system

Everybody whispering, pst pst pst ss perspirin

When the streets is talking, **** is gossiping

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 watching

And I only use his

Waist to keep my Glock in

But when shit goes down you know who's doing the popping

And if you don't know, guess who's doing the dropping

S dot again, y'all got me 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

Of 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 stressing, who's his baby's moms?

Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh

When the streets is talking, **** is gossiping

Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?

I need to know

When the streets is talking, **** is gossiping

Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?

I need to know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 taking it's toll

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

I grew up pushing snowflake to **** that was pro-base

The stress'll take a young ****, give him a old face

All I did was smoke joke, think and drink

Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game

I seen **** before me, with a chance to write they own script

Slip up and change the story

I seen young **** go out in a blaze of glory

Before reaching puberty, scared a **** truthfully

I took trips whit so much shit in the whip

That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff

Smell me, ****? the real me ****, minus the rumors

Holla if you feel me, ****

The streets is not only watching, but they talking now?

**** they got me circling the block before I'm parking now

Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitching, I'm just cautious now

Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now

Hit a slick C up, you fell at it you're dense

I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic and Spring

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 'staf Allah

**** wanna press me, put my back to the wall

But pressure bus' 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 Karo

Or soft like Play-Doh, get knocked off like Fredo Corleone

They find you with a hole in your dome

I roll with **** that'll follow you and go to your home

Thought you ball, but **** you fall to my defense

Catch you while you reaching, clip you then I cross you then I'm leaving

Apply full court pressure

Like .44 Taurus get you out of here, pull pressure

To the trigger, bullets fly in threes

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

**** 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, ah, motherfuckers