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Streets Is Talking

Is he a blood? Is he a crip?

Is he that? Is he this?

Did he do it? You know uhh

LookIf 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 hostageLet 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 charmYou 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 beforeI 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 knowYou 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 crewsAnd 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 futureDon'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 ahhNigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'

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

I need to knowWhen the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'

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

I need to knowI 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 ladI 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 gameI 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 truthfullyI 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 niggaThe 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 nowHit 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 stafallahNiggas 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 homeThought you ball

But nigga you fall to my defense

Catch you while you reachin'

Clip you then I cross you then I'm leavinApply 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 leavesI do bullshit

Dirt tell lies then leave

Look in my eyes

Realize it's beansNiggas 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

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