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点击复制Streets Is Talking - Jay-Z (杰斯)
Is he a blood is he crip
Is he that is he this
Did he do it yknow ehh
Look
If I shoot you I'm brainless
Different toilet same sh*t and I'm sick of explainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment my ni**a is the plantiff
Yeah I know what you thinkin - f**ked up ain't it
I shoulda known better and I planned to
But dog they be takin me out of my zone like a ni**a 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 ni**a a foot hell take you one step beyond
Hell try to play you twice the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the q***n
Or old testament don't test him then
I know what yall thinkin dick pause
Your futures 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 minds navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin
When the streets is talkin niggaz is gossipin
B**ches all in your sh*t 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 sh*t goes down you know whos doin the poppin
And if you don't know guess whos doin the droppin
S dot again yall got him in a bad mood
Bad move; thats bad news
How many times have I got to prove
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that its probably true
Whatever jigga say jigga probably do
Sh*t 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 hes dead and gone
From what the block has spoken my god
Everybody stressin whos his babys moms
Who he got pregnant let me tell you ahh
When the streets is talkin niggaz is gossipin
B**ches all in your sh*t 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
B**ches all in your sh*t 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
Hes probably somewhere where the liquor is takin its 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 stressll take a young ni**a 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 ni**a truthfully
I took trips with so much sh*t in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dogd get sick sniff
Smell me ni**a the real me ni**a minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me ni**a
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now
Sh*t 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 express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But f**k it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah
Niggaz wanna press me put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know I spat it to yall
To know me is to love me you see me can't be me hate this
F**k you I got guns like neo in +matrix+
Cross the family think macs 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 niggaz thatll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball but ni**a 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 threes
You forever rest under b******t dirt lies and leaves
I do b******t dirt tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes realize its 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 motherf**kers yeah