Streets Is Talking

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, ah

When the, streets is talkin', niggas 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', niggas 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 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 'caine and 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'll 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 talking 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 and Sprint

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors

But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Jumu'ah I know 'stafallah

Niggas 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 Karo

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 him while he reachin', clip you then I cross you then I leave him

Apply full court pressure

Like .44 Taurus 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, 'til 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