[Verse 1] Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless But if you shoot me, then you're famous! What's a nigga 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 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 operating 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 getting a hundred a pop Taking pictures with some bitches 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 niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill The streets is watching you when you froze your arms Niggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit 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 niggas wanna steal you Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya For the name, niggas 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, 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 jerking 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 trying to transform you boys to men like daycare! Hey, there's money to be made!" and niggas 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 niggas 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, 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 living 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 send National Guards to get me Shit, bitch, who's fucking with that? The streets
Been looking 4 this one for a while...🔥upload....watts life
This actually sounds good 😎😎😎😎😎
I’ma kill this on my first mixtape on some Joey badass /cap steez shit
Fuhget about it! 🤌🏽
Iceberg Slim the Golden Child (ghostwriter) 💣🔥💣🔥
[Verse 1]
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous!
What's a nigga 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
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 operating 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 getting a hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches 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 niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill
The streets is watching you when you froze your arms
Niggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit 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 niggas wanna steal you
Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
For the name, niggas 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, 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 jerking 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 trying to transform you boys to men like daycare!
Hey, there's money to be made!" and niggas 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 niggas 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, 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 living 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 send National Guards to get me
Shit, bitch, who's fucking with that? The streets
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any kdef beats on the real live lp murders this all day everyday dont know why peeps go crazy over this
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this sound like kanye im gone off late registration
Dang you’re young. This was before Kanye
@@Twizzledoc187 yeah i know, I was saying it sounds similar. 👍🏻
Ooooooooooh sh!!!!!!t