Streets Is Talking Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

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 

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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' 

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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