Jay-Z - Streets Is Watching lyrics

Album: Vol. 1-In My Lifetime (1997)

Yea
I mean like
I´ve got to be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all y´all niggaz thought it was beer & shit, you know
Wearing that platinum shit
when all y´all chicks thought it was silver & shit
I got to be the pioneer of this shit
Bottom line
I am gonna show you how to do it
Check it

Verse One:

I spit that other shit
That is the nice motherf*cker shit
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, I am all yeahr money
I am popping, you aint got to count it, it is all there money
I never change money ´cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, f*cked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we will reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records & you still owe dough
I got 900 & 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, & loco with dough papo

Chorus: {four times}

Imaginary Players

Verse Two:

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I do not see none of that
Bad playboy, where the f*ck is the hummer at?
Where´s all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those aint rolex diamonds, what the f*ck you done to that?
Y´all rapping-ass niggas, y´all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you wanna be me
I guess for every buck you make it is like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got smth on me
But I done did it
And y´all wanna take my flow, & run with it
That is cool, I was the 1st one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I do not want y´all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I aint got nothing to lose

Chorus

Verse Three:

Groupies I leave them all f*cked
Niggas - all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last yeahr, when niggas thought it was all up
But this yeahr I have done it again, jigga!
What the f*ck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, aint nothing sweet
I still throw t´ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y´all can´t go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
It is funny how one verse can f*ck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Aint no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Aint no manicures on board, then switch your plane

Chorus

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