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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

I look through the eleventh floor
Take one last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave
Outside I breathe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's gon' be that cat you see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to you, slugged and run

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

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

I can catch you in the very that you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then start
Now they got a ribbon 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 and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in dome
Last thing you saw was and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

I could put a bomb in your car and it explode
Then 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away the cops

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

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

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

I don't get much sleep, my tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I 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 goin to Hell, that's my
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my

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

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

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