Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ 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 So, under the park the 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 ?? ?? Allah 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 ?? Cross the Family, think Mac´s sweet like payroll 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..