*featuring Beanie Sigel
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[Jay-Z]
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Is he a Blood, is he Crip?
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Is he that, is he this?
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Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
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Look..
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If I shoot you, I'm brainless
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Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this
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I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
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Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
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I shoulda known better, and I planned to
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but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle
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I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
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I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage
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Let niggaz take shots at me, no response
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I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz
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You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
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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 Qu'ran
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or Old Testament, don't test him then
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I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
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Your future's my past, I've been here before
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I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin
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I got, mental vision, intuition
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I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system
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Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin
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[Chorus]
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When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
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Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
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I need to know.. geah geah
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Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..
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[Jay-Z]
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You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
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And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
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But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin
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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
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Bad move; that's bad news
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How many times have I got to prove?
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How many loved ones have you got to lose
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before you realize that it's probably true?
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Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do
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Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
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I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
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And the streets say Jigga can't go back home
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You know when I heard that? When I was back home
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I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
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On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future
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Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
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The answer is simply too dark for the user
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And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
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But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
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'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
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from what the block has spoken, my God
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Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
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Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...
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[Chorus]
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When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
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Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
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I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
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Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
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When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
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Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
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I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
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Yeah, yo, yo
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[Jay-Z]
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I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
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I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
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He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
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but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
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I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
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The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face
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All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
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Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
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I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
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slip up and change the story
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I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
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before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully
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I took trips with so much shit in the whip
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that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF
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Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors
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Holla if you feel me nigga
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[Beanie Sigel]
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The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
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Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now
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Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now
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So, under the park the extra cartridge now
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Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense
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I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express
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I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
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But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah
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Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall
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But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y |