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

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

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you see that's 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 to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's more niggaz that to be
Left with a head full of lead, 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 these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'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 start spittin'
Now they got a ribbon tied to the at the top of the steps
I was there, you die at the top of the steps
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 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 piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', 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
Clean up the mess and, get away the cops

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

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your food 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 schoolbus that yo' in
Except that, I don't to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

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

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

Niggaz creep these streets 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' what