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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, pop

I through the eleventh floor window
one last puff of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I safe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

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

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

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

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

I can catch you in the very building you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then start
Now got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
I was there, you die at the top of the steps
I can do that walk behind you and follow you home
Make a noise, you around and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

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

Niggaz won't creep these with me
you know fuckin' what these 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 what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
I gotta
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 servin' food wherever you go to eat at
Or that on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the that yo' kids in
Except that, I like to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And when time 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 I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
Shit ain't too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my
Sometimes I think will I do, with my life
nigga, kill this, it's my life

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

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