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Jay-Z
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Streets Is Watching*
作词:Shawn Carter, Labi Siffre, D Willis
Baby, watchin', streets You don't have to look The streets is watchin' Check it, check Check
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless But if you shoot me, then you're famous 'what's a nigga to do?' 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, I can't afford it Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates Niggaz 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 on fuck time You all niggaz ain't worth my shells, all you all niggaz Tryin' to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale The type to start a beef then, run to the cops When I see you in the street got, one in the drop Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop The streets is watchin'
When the, streets is watchin' Blocks keep clocking Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake Can't ignore it
Now it's hard not to kill niggaz It's like a full time job not to kill niggaz, can't chill The streets is watchin' you, when you froze your arms Niggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up Sweet niggaz running around 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 niggaz wanna steal ya Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya For the name, niggaz don't know the rules Disrespectin' the game, want you to blow your cool Force your hand, of course that man's plottin' Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on
When the, streets is watchin' Blocks keep clocking Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake Can't ignore it
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money We like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now Got a face too easy to trace, niggaz mouths got slow leaks Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets
She got his face like mercury you jerkin me? Hectic Had to call upon my wolves to send, niggaz the message I said this, 'Let's play fair and we can stay here I'm trying to transform you boyz I men like Day Care' Hey there's money to be made and, niggaz got the picture Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer 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 concious was eating me Was this a lesson god teaching me? Was he saying that? I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad Was niggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack? Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
And knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track 'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan For three straight weeks, niggaz slaughtered the block But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
And this unstable way of living just, had to stop Half of my niggaz got time, we done real things By ninety-four became the subject of half of you all niggaz rhymes Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind I figured, 'shit why risk myself I just write it in rhymes And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate So high in one city they send National Guards to get me Ya dig?
The streets
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