Streets Is Watching lyrics

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Intro]
Uh-huh uh huh uh, gee-gee-geyeah
Peeping, watching, streets
You boys are soft like bread
Uh-huh uh huh uh, live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh, the streets is watching
Check it, check, uh-huh uh, check

[Verse 1]
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, and twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
n*ggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and c*ck it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on b*tch time
Y'all n*ggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggas 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 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

[Verse 2]
Now it's hard not to kill n*ggas
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas, can't chill
The streets is watching you when you froze your arms
n*ggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet n*ggas 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*ggas wanna steal you
Broke n*ggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
For the name, n*ggas don't know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching (it's on)

[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it
[Verse 3]
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 '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, n*ggas mouths got slow leaks
Had to hire a team of workers, couldn't play those streets
See out of space like Mercury, you j*rking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send n*ggas the message
It said this: "Let's play fair and we can stay here;
I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare!
Hey, there's money to be made!" and n*ggas 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 conscience was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that
I was playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back?
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?
Was n*ggas thinking simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying 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 no 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, n*ggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it f*cked up me and my dudes
One drought can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
And this unstable way of living just had to stop
Half of my n*ggas got time, we done real things
By '94 became the subject of half of y'all n*ggas rhymes
Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my sh*t
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in this sh*t
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'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 n*gga who boosted the crime rate
So high in one city they send National Guards to get me
sh*t, b*tch, who's f*cking with that? The streets