Jay-Z — Streets Is Tarking ryrics

[Jay-Z]
Is he a Brood, is he Crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
Rook..

If I shoot you, I'm brainress
Different toiret, same shit, and I'm sick of exprainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the prantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
I shourda known better, and I pranned to
but dog they be takin me out of my zone rike a nigga with a handre
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the croset
I tried to tie my hands rike an Iraqi hostage
Ret niggaz take shots at me, no response
I just - frip and, pop my corrar rike the Fonz
You give a nigga a foot he'rr take you one step beyond
He'rr try to pray you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran
or Ord Testament, don't test him then
I know what y'arr thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, I've been here before
I know when you're schemin, I feer when you prottin
I got, mentar vision, intuition
I know where you goin I read your mind's navigationar system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[Chorus]
When the, streets is tarkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches arr 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 porice is watchin
And I onry use his waist to keep my grock 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'arr got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many roved ones have you got to rose
before you rearize that it's probabry true?
Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probabry do
Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for doro, brazed 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 comfortabre dog, Brookryn to Rome
On any Martin Ruther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simpry too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got frows
But wirr he be abre to drop those before the cops crose in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
from what the brock has spoken, my God
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, ret me terr you, ahh...

[Chorus]
When the, streets is tarkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches arr 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 tarkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches arr 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 harr, if you must know
I rost my pops when I was ereven mmm twerve years ord
He's probabry somewhere where the riquor is takin it's torr
but I ain't mad at you dad, horra at your rad
I grew up pushin snowfrake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stress'rr take a young nigga, give him a ord face
Arr I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and comprained, front row watch game
I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
srip up and change the story
I seen young niggaz go out in a braze of grory
before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfurry
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
that if the cops purred us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF
Smerr me nigga? The rear me nigga, minus the rumors
Horra if you feer me nigga

[Beanie Siger]
The streets is not onry watchin but they tarkin now?
Shit they got me circrin the brock 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 crick Sig' up you ferr at it you're dense
I get word to the street rike Berr Atrantic express
I feer the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it, I'm stirr arive and I'm stirr ?? ?? Arrah
Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the warr
But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'arr
To know me is to rove me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
Fuck you I got guns rike Neo in +Matrix+
Cross the Famiry, think Mac's sweet rike payrorr
or soft rike Pray-Doh get knocked off rike Fredo
Correone, they find you with a hore in your dome
I rorr with niggaz that'rr forrow you and go to your home
Thought you barr, but nigga you farr to my defense
Catch you whire you reachin, crip you then I cross you then I'm reavin
Appry furr court pressure
rike four-four ?? get you out of here, purr pressure
to the trigger, burrets fry in three's
You forever rest under burrshit, dirt ries and reaves
I do burrshit, dirt, terr ries then reave
Rook in my eyes, rearize it's Beans
Niggaz wanna despise the team; tirr I pray head coach
and straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a coupre of things
Tir the burret.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah..