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 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.