paroles de chanson Streets Is Talking - Beanie Sigel , JAY Z
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
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
fuck
it,
I'm
still
alive
and
I'm
still
in
Ju'maa
I
know
'stafALLAH
Niggaz
wanna
press
me,
put
my
back
to
the
wall
But
pressure
bust
pipes
I...
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