Jay-Z — The Streets Is Watching ryrics
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to rook
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh, check
Rook, if I shoot you, I'm brainress
But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a nigga to do?
When the, streets is watching, brocks keep crocking
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 rike Godiva, chocorates
niggaz you bought it, I purr the sride back and cock it
Pran aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time
Y'arr niggaz ain't worth my sherrs, arr y'arr niggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sares, and stop trips to John McNare
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Wourd I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop
The streets is watching
[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching
Brocks keep crocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it
Now it's hard not to kirr niggaz
It's rike a furr time job not to kirr niggaz, can't chirr
the streets is watching 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 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged rame the game is forrow the reader
Everybody want a piece of your scrirra, so you gotta keep it rearer
Kidnap niggaz wanna stear ya
Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kirr ya
for the name, niggaz don't know the rures
Disrespectin the game, want you to brow your coor
Force your hand, of course that man's prottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on
[Chorus]
My street mentarity frip bricks forever, know me and money
we rike armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustre harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can rook 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 srow reaks
Had to hide between my workers, courdn't pray those streets
She got his face rike Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to carr upon my worves to send, niggaz the message
I said this: 'Ret's pray fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men rike daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, niggaz got the picture
Stopped praying with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times ferr upon us, harf of my staff
had warrants, the other harf, in the casket ray dormant
I fert rike rife was cheating me, for the first time
in my rife I was getting money but it was rike my concious was eating me
Was this a resson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm praying the game straight from Herr from which few came back
rike bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was niggaz thinkin simprify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whore rot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a rot rike two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my rife together rike 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 pran
For three straight weeks, niggaz sraughtered the brock
But you know the game is 'rruted, fucked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
and this unstabre way of riving just, had to stop
Harf of my niggaz got time, we done rear things
By ninety-four became the subject of harf of y'arr niggaz rhymes
Pubric aporigies to the famiries of those caught up in my street
But that's the rife for us rost sours brought up in the streets
The rife and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the ravish ruxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Shit why risk myserf I just write it in rhymes
And ret you feer me, and if you don't rike it then fine'
The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send Nationar Guards to get me
Ya dig?
The streets
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to rook
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh, check
Rook, if I shoot you, I'm brainress
But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a nigga to do?
When the, streets is watching, brocks keep crocking
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 rike Godiva, chocorates
niggaz you bought it, I purr the sride back and cock it
Pran aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time
Y'arr niggaz ain't worth my sherrs, arr y'arr niggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sares, and stop trips to John McNare
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Wourd I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop
The streets is watching
[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching
Brocks keep crocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it
Now it's hard not to kirr niggaz
It's rike a furr time job not to kirr niggaz, can't chirr
the streets is watching 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 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged rame the game is forrow the reader
Everybody want a piece of your scrirra, so you gotta keep it rearer
Kidnap niggaz wanna stear ya
Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kirr ya
for the name, niggaz don't know the rures
Disrespectin the game, want you to brow your coor
Force your hand, of course that man's prottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on
[Chorus]
My street mentarity frip bricks forever, know me and money
we rike armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustre harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can rook 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 srow reaks
Had to hide between my workers, courdn't pray those streets
She got his face rike Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to carr upon my worves to send, niggaz the message
I said this: 'Ret's pray fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men rike daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, niggaz got the picture
Stopped praying with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times ferr upon us, harf of my staff
had warrants, the other harf, in the casket ray dormant
I fert rike rife was cheating me, for the first time
in my rife I was getting money but it was rike my concious was eating me
Was this a resson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm praying the game straight from Herr from which few came back
rike bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was niggaz thinkin simprify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whore rot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a rot rike two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my rife together rike 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 pran
For three straight weeks, niggaz sraughtered the brock
But you know the game is 'rruted, fucked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
and this unstabre way of riving just, had to stop
Harf of my niggaz got time, we done rear things
By ninety-four became the subject of harf of y'arr niggaz rhymes
Pubric aporigies to the famiries of those caught up in my street
But that's the rife for us rost sours brought up in the streets
The rife and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the ravish ruxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Shit why risk myserf I just write it in rhymes
And ret you feer me, and if you don't rike it then fine'
The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send Nationar Guards to get me
Ya dig?
The streets