(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Jay-Z]
Is he a Blood, is he Crip?

Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
Look..


If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same %#@!, and I'm sick of explainin this

I'm waitin on arraignment, my ^!$$% is the plantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - $#&@ed up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and I planned to

but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a ^!$$% with a handle
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let ^!$$%z take shots at me, no response
I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz
You give a ^!$$% a foot he'll take you one step beyond

He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran
or Old Testament, don't test him then

I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, I've been here before
I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin

I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin


[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, ^!$$%z is gossipin

(*##$es all in your %#@!, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..


[Jay-Z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin

And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when %#@! goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin

S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?

How many loved ones have you got to lose
before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do

%#@! I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say Jigga can't go back home

You know when I heard that? When I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future

Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows

But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
from what the block has spoken, my God

Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...


[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, ^!$$%z is gossipin
(*##$es all in your %#@!, what's the cause of it?

I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, ^!$$%z is gossipin

(*##$es all in your %#@!, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo


[Jay-Z]
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know

I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad

I grew up pushin snowflake to ^!$$%z that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young ^!$$%, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen ^!$$%z before me, with a chance to write they own script

slip up and change the story
I seen young ^!$$%z go out in a blaze of glory
before reachin puberty, scared a ^!$$% truthfully
I took trips with so much %#@! in the whip
that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF

Smell me ^!$$%? The real me ^!$$%, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me ^!$$%

[Beanie Sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?

%#@! they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, I ain't (*##$in, I'm just cautious now
So, under the park the extra cartridge now
Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But $#&@ it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah
^!$$%z wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
$#&@ you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+

Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like payroll
or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo
Corleone, they find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with ^!$$%z that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but ^!$$% you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin
Apply full court pressure

like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
to the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bull%#@!, dirt lies and leaves
I do bull%#@!, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans
^!$$%z wanna despise the team; till I play head coach
and straight up, divide they team

Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, mother$#&@ers!! Yeah..