People Talkin'

[Intro: Sample, Jay-Z]

Its like finding feathers on a housecat

Lemme take yall somewhere else right now

It's like searching for a needle in a haystack

Lemme get y'all to zone out wit' me, man

(Its a'ight, don't be scared)

Take y'all niggas left and center (zone out wit')

Bullshit

[Hook: Sample]

I hear the people talk (I hear y'all)

Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I'm glad you're mine

I hear the people talk (I hear y'all)

Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I'm glad you're mine

[Over Chorus: Jay-Z]

Y'all niggas should twist up sumthin

Real real real tight right here

Zone out wit' ya boy

If you don't smoke, grab you something to drink

Mix it up right

If you don't smoke or drink

Man, just light up an incense, fuck it

Close ya eyes

Vibe wit' a nigga

I want y'all to really hear me

[Verse: Jay-Z & Sample]

I speak through music, I reach you dudes

We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes

I refuse to lose

I peep you creeps three months in advance

I see right through ya, judas

The man that I am and damn you don't know

The harder you go at me the harder I flow

Let's do this

I'm just a mirror reflectin' your image

The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace

There's nothin' to it

Pull hammers from my waist

We can clap at this amateur pace

If that's what's crackin'

Or we can play this on "All Madden" (Step it up, nigga)

Can you even fathom not havin' a fear in the world

I'm cool in my afterlife

If I'm readin' these chapters right

Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews

Bleed if I have to, you cowards die a thousand deaths

Fake fucks face-down on your housing steps

Are y'all even gettin' this message?

I ain't bein' aggressive

But if you testin' my life then, shit, I gotta answer

Gotta cut off the cancer, young'n, pull your pants up

You gettin' too big for ya britches

You fuckin' wit' a dude that did it wit' digits

Breathing's a privilege

Don't you know when you're defeated?

Won't you though? Throw in the towel

I'm better with vowels

I'm a man of principles; damn-near invincible

In my own mind now that my soul's aligned

I didn't know before now my role's defined:

Take hold and control what's mine

Come and get me!

Come and take my life, you comin' wit me

Come and try to take me for granted

I'll take you off this planet

Dammit, man this is a gift from God, this ain't happenstance

And your arms are too short to box

Plus we knuckle up unorthodox

You can't take me off my grind, get off my cock

Whatchu thought? It's the Roc

I hear the—

I hear the—

I hear the—

Back in the mix of the scuffle

Since '86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo!)

Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo!)

Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers (Uh)

Hah, just playin' with you niggas, I'ma stop now

I ain't gotta sell another record in my life

The Blueprint 2, baby! (Mm-hmm)

See y'all in November (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Sample]

I hear the people talk (C'mon)

Yes sir and when you walk (C'mon)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I'm—