Текст песни Streets Is Watching - Jay-Z

Streets Is Watching

Uh-huh uh huh uh Gee-gee-geyeah\nBaby, watchin, streets\nUh-huh uh huh uh You don’t have to look\nUh-huh uh The streets is watching\nCheck it, check\nUh-huh uh, check\nLook, if I shoot you, I’m brainless\nBut if you shoot me, then you’re famous -- what’s a nigga to do?\nWhen the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking\nWaiting for you to break, make your first mistake\nCan’t ignore it, that’s the fastest way to get extorted\nBut my time is money, at twenty-five, I can’t afford it Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates\nNiggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and c*** it Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass\nThis rhyme, you’re operating on fuck time\nY’all niggaz ain’t worth my shells, all y’all niggaz\nTryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John Mcnale\nThe type to start a beef then, run to the cops\nWhen I see you in the street got, one in the drop\nWould I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop\nTaking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop\nThe streets is watching\nWhen the, streets is watching\nBlocks keep clocking\nWaiting for you to break, make your first mistake\nCan’t ignore it Now it’s hard not to kill niggaz\nIt’s like a full time job not to kill niggaz, can’t chill\nThe streets is watching you, when you froze your arms\nNiggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm\nCan’t get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up Sweet niggaz running 'round swearing shit is sweeter\nOnce you’re tagged lame the game is follow the leader\nEverybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer\nKidnap niggaz wanna steal ya Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya For the name, niggaz don’t know the rules\nDisrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool\nForce your hand, of course that man’s plottin\nSmarten up, the streets is watching, it’s on My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money\nWe like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together\nShit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground\nHustle harder to see if indictment time came around\nNow you can look up and down the streets and I can’t be found\nPut in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain’t me now\nGot a face too easy to trace, niggaz mouths got slow leaks\nHad to hide between my workers, couldn’t play those streets\nShe got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic\nHad to call upon my wolves to send, niggaz the message\nI said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here\nI’m trying to transform you Boyz ii Men like daycare'\nHey there’s money to be made and, niggaz got the picture\nStopped playing with my paper and, we got richer\nThen hard times fell upon us, half of my staff\nHad warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant\nI felt like life was cheating me, for the first time\nIn 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?\nI’m playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back\nLike bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad\nWas niggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?\nAin’t a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack\nAnd knock a lot like two trains that’s on the same track\n'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back\nIn the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot\nGot my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop\nSet up shop with a quarter of rock, here’s the plan\nFor three straight weeks, niggaz slaughtered the block\nBut you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues\nOne drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops\nAnd this unstable way of living just, had to stop\nHalf of my niggaz got time, we done real things\nBy ninety-four became the subject of half of y’all niggaz rhymes\nPublic apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street\nBut that’s the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets\nThe life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime\nAnd the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind\nI figured, 'Shit why risk myself I just write it in rhymes\nAnd let you feel me, and if you don’t like it then fine'\nThe mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate\nSo high in one city they send National Guards to get me Ya dig?\nThe streets