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 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
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
so
under the park the 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? allah
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 payroll
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.