The Streets is Watching Lyrics by Jay-Z

The Streets is Watching Lyrics

    Uh-huh uh huh uh
    Gee-gee-geyeah
    Baby, watchin, streets
    Uh-huh uh huh uh
    You don't have to look
    Uh-huh uh
    The streets is watching
    Check it, check
    Uh-huh uh, check

    Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
    But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a n*gga 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
    N*ggaz 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 f*ck time
    Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz
    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 b*tches, in front of the drop
    The streets is watching

    [*chorus*]
    When the, streets is watching
    Blocks keep clocking
    Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
    Can't ignore it

    Now it's hard not to kill n*ggaz
    It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggaz, can't chill
    the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
    N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
    Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
    Sweet n*ggaz running 'round swearing sh*t 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 n*ggaz wanna steal ya
    Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
    for the name, n*ggaz 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

    [*chorus*]

    My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
    we like armed co-defendants, n*gga we stick together
    Sh*t 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, n*ggaz 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, n*ggaz the message
    I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
    I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
    Hey there's money to be made and, n*ggaz 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 n*ggaz 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, n*ggaz slaughtered the block
    But you know the game is 'lluted, f*cked up me and my dues
    One drop can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
    and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
    Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
    By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all n*ggaz 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, 'Sh*t 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 n*gga 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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