The Streets Lyrics - JAY‐Z & R. Kelly

R. Kelly The Best of Both Worlds cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2002-3-26
length: 4:34
producer: R. Kelly
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a ***** 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, at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
*****s you bought it, I pull the slide back and **** it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on ***** time
Y'all *****s ain't worth my shells, all y'all *****s
Trying to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John Meneill
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 *****es in front of the drop
The streets is watching

When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill *****s
It's like a full time job not to kill *****s, can't chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
*****s want to test you whenyour gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep your heat up
Sweet *****s running 'round swearing **** 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 *****s want to steal you
Broke *****s don't want no cash, they just want to kill ya
For the name, *****s 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

When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

My street mentality: flip bricks forever
Know me and money, we like armed co-defendants
***** we stick together
**** whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder until secret indictment time came around
And you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, *****s 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 *****s the message
I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare'
Ay there's money to be made and *****s 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 *****s 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 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, *****s slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it ****ed up me and my dudes
One drought can wipe a ***** out, faster than the cops
And this unstable way of living just had to stop
Half of my *****s got time, we done real things
By '94 became the subject of half of y'all *****s rhymes
Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my ****
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in this ****
The life and times of a ***** mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, "****, why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine?"
The mind state of a ***** who boosted the crime rate
So high in one city they send National Guards to get me

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CD 1
  • 1 The Best of Both Worlds
  • 2 Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body
  • 3 Break Up to Make Up
  • 4 It Ain't Personal
  • 5 The Streets
  • 6 Green Light
  • 7 Naked
  • 8 Shake Ya Body
  • 9 Somebody's Girl
  • 10 Get This Money
  • 11 Shorty
  • 12 Honey
  • 13 Pussy