Streets Is Watching Lyrics

Streets Is Watching

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