Versuri 04. Streets Is Talking

Is he a blood? Is he a crip? 
Is he that? Is he this? 
Did he do it? You know uhh 
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 
That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage 
 
Let 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 charm 
 
You 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 before 
 
I 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 know 
 
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? 
 
'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 ahh 
 
Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin' 
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it? 
I need to know 
 
When the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin' 
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it? 
I need to know 
 
I 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 lad 
 
I 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 game 
 
I 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 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 jumaa I know stafallah 
 
Niggas 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 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 
 
Niggas 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