Versuri 05. Streets Is Watching

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Gee gee geyeah 
Baby watchin' streets 
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You don't have to look 
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The streets is watching 
Check it check 
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AC 
Look if I shoot you I'm brainless 
But if you shoot me then you're famous what's a nigga to do? 
When the streets is watching blocks keep clocking 
Waiting for you to break make your first mistake 
Can't ignore it that's the fastest way to get extorted 
But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it 
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates 
Nigga you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it 
 
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass 
This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time 
Y'all nigga ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaz 
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale 
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops 
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop 
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop 
Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop? 
The streets is watching 
 
When the, streets is watching 
Blocks keep clocking 
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake 
Can't ignore it 
 
Now it's hard not to kill niggas 
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill 
The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms 
Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm 
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up 
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter 
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader 
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer 
 
Kidnap niggas wanna steal ya 
Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya 
for the name, niggas don't know the rules 
Disrespectin' the game, want you to blow your cool 
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin' 
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on 
 
When the, streets is watching 
Blocks keep clocking 
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake 
Can't ignore it 
 
My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money 
We like armed co-defendants, niggas we stick together 
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground 
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around 
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found 
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now 
Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks 
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets 
 
She got his face like Mercury, you jerkin' me? 
Hectic, had to call upon my wolves to send, niggas the message 
I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay here" 
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare 
Hey there's money to be made and, niggas got the picture 
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer 
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants 
The other half, in the casket lay dormant 
 
I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time in my life 
I was getting money but it was like my conscious was eating me 
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that? 
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back 
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad 
Was niggas thinkin' simplify was turning cocaine crack? 
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack 
And knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track 
 
'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back 
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot 
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop 
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan 
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block 
But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues 
One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops 
And this unstable way of living just, had to stop 
Half of my niggas got time, we done real things 
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes 
 
Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street 
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets 
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime 
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind 
I figured, 'Shit why risk myself? I just write it in rhymes 
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine' 
The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate 
So high in one city they send National Guards to get me, ya dig? 
The streets