Uh huh uh huh uh   Gee gee geyeah   Baby watchin' streets   Uh huh uh huh uh   You don't have to look   Uh huh uh   The streets is watching   Check it check   Uh huh uh check   AC   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, at twenty-five, I can't afford it   Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates   Nigga 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 fuck time   Y'all nigga ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaz   tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale   The type to start a beef then, run to the cops   When I see you in the street got, one in the drop   Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop   Taking pictures with some bitches, 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 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 and 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 ya   Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya   for the name, niggas don't know the rules   Disrespectin' the game, want you to blow your cool   Force your hand, of course that man's plottin'   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, niggas we stick together   Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground   Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around   Now 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, niggas mouths got slow leaks   Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets      She got his face like Mercury, you jerkin' me?   Hectic, had to call upon my wolves to send, niggas the message   I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay here"   I'm trying to transform you Boyz II 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 conscious was eating me   Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?   I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back   Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad   Was niggas thinkin' simplify was turning cocaine crack?   Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack   And knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track      'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back   In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot   Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop   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 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues   One drop 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 ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes      Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street   But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets   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 just write it in rhymes   And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'   The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate   So high in one city they send National Guards to get me, ya dig?   The streets