Official Music Video
The Streets Is Watching by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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
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 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)
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, 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'
Ay 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 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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The Streets Is Watching by JAY-Z
The Streets Is Watching* (original JAY-Z)
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
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
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 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)
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, 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'
Ay 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 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
The Streets Is Watching (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Uh-huh uh huh uh, gee-gee-geyeah
Espiando, observando, las calles
Ustedes son blandos como el pan
Uh-huh uh huh uh, en vivo desde Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh, las calles están observando
Chequéalo, chequéalo, uh-huh uh, chequéalo
Mira, si te disparo, soy un descerebrado
Pero si me disparas, entonces eres famoso, ¿qué va a hacer un negro?
Cuando las calles están observando, los bloques siguen vigilando
Esperando que te quiebres, que cometas tu primer error
No puedes ignorarlo, esa es la forma más rápida de ser extorsionado
Pero mi tiempo es dinero, y veinticinco, no puedo permitírmelo
Problemas variados como chocolates Godiva
Negros, ustedes lo compraron, yo tiro la corredera hacia atrás y la amartillo
Plan abortado, tú y tus hombres obtienen un pase
Esta rima, estás operando en tiempo de perra
Ustedes, negros, no valen mis balas, todo lo que ustedes, negros, intentan hacer
Es dañar mis ventas, y detener los viajes a John Meneilly
El tipo que empieza un problema y luego corre a la policía
Cuando te veo en la calle tengo uno en el coche descapotable
Cuando preferiría estar de gira ganando cien por cabeza
Tomando fotos con algunas perras frente al coche descapotable
Las calles están observando
Cuando las calles están observando
Los bloques siguen vigilando
Esperando que te quiebres, que cometas tu primer error
No puedes ignorarlo
Ahora es difícil no matar negros
Es como un trabajo a tiempo completo no matar negros, no puedo relajarme
Las calles te están observando cuando congelaste tus brazos
Los negros quieren probarte cuando tu arma se calienta
No puedes ser atrapado con los pies en alto, tienes que mantener tu arma lista
Negros blandos corriendo por ahí jurando que la mierda es más dulce
Una vez que te etiquetan de tonto, el juego es seguir al líder
Todos quieren un pedazo de tu dinero, así que tienes que ser más real
Negros secuestradores quieren robarte
Negros sin dinero no quieren efectivo, solo quieren matarte
Por el nombre, los negros no conocen las reglas
Faltando el respeto al juego, quieren que pierdas la calma
Forzar tu mano, por supuesto ese hombre está tramando
Ponte listo, las calles están observando (está en marcha)
Cuando las calles están observando, los bloques siguen vigilando
Esperando que te quiebres, que cometas tu primer error, no puedes ignorarlo
Mi mentalidad callejera: vender ladrillos para siempre, conocerme a mí y al dinero
Somos como co-acusados armados, negro, nos mantenemos unidos
Mierda, lo que sea por este dinero llevó mi juego a la ruina
Trabajar más duro hasta que llegó el momento de la acusación secreta
Ahora puedes mirar por las calles y no se me puede encontrar
Hacía turnos de 24 horas pero, ese no soy yo ahora
Tengo una cara demasiado fácil de rastrear, las bocas de los negros tienen fugas lentas
Tuve que contratar un equipo de trabajadores, no podía jugar en esas calles
Ver fuera de lugar como Mercurio, ¿me estás tomando el pelo? Frenético
Tuve que llamar a mis lobos para enviar el mensaje a los negros
Decía esto: 'Juguemos limpio y podemos quedarnos aquí
Estoy tratando de transformar a ustedes, chicos, en hombres como en una guardería'
Ay, hay dinero que ganar y, los negros entendieron el mensaje
Dejaron de jugar con mi dinero y, nos hicimos más ricos
Luego nos cayeron tiempos difíciles, la mitad de mi personal tenía órdenes de arresto
La otra mitad en el ataúd yacía inactiva
Sentí que la vida me estaba engañando
Por primera vez en mi vida estaba ganando dinero pero era como si mi conciencia me estuviera carcomiendo
¿Era esto una lección que Dios me estaba enseñando? ¿Estaba diciendo que
Estaba jugando el juego directamente del Infierno del que pocos regresaron?
¿Como mala coca, proxeneta o muere, era mi mentalidad mala?
¿Estaban los negros pensando que simplificar era convertir la cocaína en crack?
No hay mucha inteligencia en eso, solo tratando de mantener una pila
Y no chocar como dos trenes que están en la misma vía
Pero, arreglar mi vida como los aceites que traigo de vuelta
En el fondo de la olla donde no se calienta el agua
Hice que mi transportista lo llevara al otro lado de la frontera y luego se detuviera
Para montar una tienda con un cuarto de roca, aquí está el plan
Durante tres semanas seguidas, los negros masacraron el bloque
Pero sabes que el juego es comida, nos jodió a mí y a mis amigos
Una sequía puede acabar con un negro, más rápido que la policía
Y esta forma de vida inestable simplemente, tuvo que parar
La mitad de mis negros tienen tiempo, hicimos cosas reales
Para el '94 se convirtió en el tema de la mitad de las rimas de ustedes, negros
Disculpas públicas a las familias de los que se vieron envueltos en mi mierda
Pero esa es la vida para nosotros, almas perdidas criadas en esta mierda
La vida y los tiempos de una mente demoníaca, excitada con el crimen
Y los lujos extravagantes que simplemente excitaban mi mente
Pensé: "Mierda, ¿por qué arriesgarme? Solo lo escribo en rimas
Y dejar que me sientas, y si no te gusta, ¿entonces está bien?"
El estado mental de un negro que impulsó la tasa de criminalidad
Tan alta en una ciudad que envían a la Guardia Nacional a buscarme
Mierda, perra, ¿quién se mete con eso? Las calles
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