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Niggaz creep these streets with me
you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'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
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged 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
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The only excuse I for what I do is, love of abuse
on

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

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,

I can catch you in the very that you live 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 and follow you home
Make a noise, you around and I put one in your 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 your car and watch it
Then make 'em call, 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of 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
some fuckin' 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 these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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

I be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
at Toys 'R' Us handin' 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 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 when it's time for me to do my job, I just

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 forgive me for with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't too well, that's my life
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
I think what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

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