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Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Streets is Talking



[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

[Chorus]
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..

[Jay-Z]
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...

[Chorus]
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

[Jay-Z]
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

[Beanie Sigel]
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 know, I spat it 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 niggaz 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
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, motherfuckers!! Yeah..

 

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