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Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my so I can leave safe
I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's more niggaz need to be
Left with a head full of lead, easily in it
G's a fee, put to a good use
The excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse
on

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you know what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you know what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the very building that you in
Wait until you get right at your door then spittin'
Now got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, of light
I him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your and, bone from your arm
Which they really tell apart, because of the bomb
I be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away the cops

Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your wherever you go to eat at
Or that on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, and children
A got feelings, I just put 'em aside
And it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get much sleep, my soul's
I wish it was a lie but everything I I meant it
I know I'm wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To me for fuckin' with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
Kill nigga, kill this, my life

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what