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Is he a Blood, is he Crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y´know, ehh

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

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..

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...

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

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..