Streets Is Watching

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Intro]

Uh-huh uh huh uh, gee-gee-geyeah

Peepin', watchin', streets

You boys are soft like bread

Uh-huh uh huh uh, live from Brooklyn

Uh-huh uh, the streets is watchin'

Check it, check, uh-huh uh, check

[Verse 1]

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless

But if you shoot me, then you famous

What's a nigga to do when the streets is watchin', blocks keep clockin'

Waitin' 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, and twenty-five, I can't afford it

Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates

Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it

Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass

This rhyme, you're operatin' on bitch time

Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells

All y'all niggas tryna do is hurt my sales

And stop trips to John Meneilly

The type to start a beef then run to the cops

When I see you in the street, got one in the drop

When I'd rather be on tour gettin' a hundred a pop

Takin' pictures with some bitches in front of the drop

The streets is watchin'

[Chorus]

When the streets is watchin'

Blocks keep clockin'

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it

[Verse 2]

Now it's hard not to kill niggas

It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill

The streets is watchin' you when you froze your arms

Niggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm

Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep your heat up

Sweet niggas runnin' 'round swearin' shit's 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 niggas wanna steal ya

Broke niggas don't want no cash, they just wanna kill ya

For the name, niggas 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 watchin' (It's on)

[Chorus]

When the streets is watchin'

Blocks keep clockin'

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it

[Verse 3]

My street mentality — flip bricks forever

You know me and money — we like armed co-defendants, nigga, we stick together

Shit, whatever for this cheddar, ran my game into the ground

Hustle harder 'til secret indictment time came around

Now you can look up and down the streets, and I can't be found

Put in 24-hour shifts but, that ain't me now

Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks

Had to hire a team of workers, couldn't play those streets

See out of space like Mercury, you jerkin' me? Hectic

Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message

It said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay here

I'm tryin' to transform you boys to men like daycare"

Hey, there's money to be made, and niggas got the picture

And stopped playin' 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 cheatin' me

For the first time in my life, I was gettin' money, but it was like my conscience was eatin' me

Was this a lesson God teachin' me? Was he sayin' that

I was playin' the game straight from Hell from which few came back?

Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?

When niggas was thinkin' simplify was turnin' cocaine crack?

Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just tryin' to maintain a stack

And not collide like two trains that's on the same track

But get my life together like the oils I bring back

In the bottom of the pot where the water gets hot

Got my transporter, take it across the border then stop

To set up shop with a quarter of rock

Here's the plan — for three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block

But you know the game is food, it fucked up me and my dudes

One drought can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops

And this unstable way of livin' just had to stop

Half of my niggas got time, we done real things

By '94 became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes

Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit

But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in this shit

The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime

And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind

I figured, "Shit, why risk myself? I'll just write it in rhymes

And let you feel me, and if you don't like it, then fine"

The mind state of a nigga who boosted the crime rate

So high in one city, they sent National Guards to get me

Shit, B

[Outro]

What's fuckin' with that?

The streets