Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
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Uh-huh uh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
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Baby, Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
uh
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The streets is watching
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Check it, check
Uh-huh uh, uh, check
Verse 2
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Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me,
then you're famous
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What's a nigga to do?
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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,
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I I can't afford it
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Beef as sorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas 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
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on bitch time
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Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells,
all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales,
and stop trips to John Meneill
The type to start a beef
then run to the cops
When I see you in the street
got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour
getting a hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches
in front of the drop
The streets is watching
Verse 3
When the, streets is watching Blocks keep clocking
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Waiting for you to break,
make your first mistake
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Can't ignore it
Verse 4
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Now it's hard not to kill niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas,
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can't chill
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The streets is watching
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When you froze your arms
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Niggas want to test you when
your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up,
got to 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 you
Broke niggas don't want no cash,
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they just wanna kill ya
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For the name, niggas don't know
the rules
Disrespecting the game,
want you to blow your cool
Force your hand,
of course that man's plotting
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Smarten up, the streets is watch ing,
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it's on
Verse 5
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When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break,
make your first mistake
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Can't ignore it
Verse 6
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My street mentality, flip bricks forever
Know me and money,
we like armed co-defendants
Nigga Nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran
my game into the ground
Hustle harder until secret indictment
time came around
And you can look up and down
the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour hour shifts but,
that ain't me now
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Got a face too easy to trace,
niggas mouths got slow leaks
Had to hire a team of workers,
couldn't play those streets
See out of space like Mercury,
you jerking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves
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to send niggas the mes sage
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I said this, "Let's play fair and
we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you boys to
men like daycare"
Ay, there's money to be made and
niggas got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper
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and we got rich er
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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 conscience
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was eating me
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Was this a lesson God teaching me?
Was he saying that
I was playing the game straight from Hell
from which few came back?
Like bad coke, pimp or die,
was my mind frame bad?
Was niggas thinking simplify
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was turning cocaine crack ?
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Ain't a whole lot of brain to that
Just trying to maintain a stack
And not collide like two trains
that's on the same track
But get my life together like
the oils I bring back
In the bottom of the pot
where the water gets hot
Got my transporter take it across
the border then stop
To 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 food,
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it fucked up me and my dudes
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One drought 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 '94 became the subject of
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half of y'all niggas rhymes
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Public apologies to the families of those
caught up in my shit
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But that's the life for us lost souls
brought up in this shit
The life and times of a nigga mind,
excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just
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excited my mind
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I figured, "shit,
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why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me,
and if you don't like it then fine?"
The mind state of a nigga who
boosted the crime rate
So high in one city they send
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National Guards to get me
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