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Niggaz won't creep 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 floor
Take one last of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
I breathe safe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and 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 full of lead, restin' 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 won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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

I can you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get right at your then start spittin'
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 shit and follow you
a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

I could put a in your car and watch 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, because of the
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some 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 from the

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

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a new toy
I could be the one servin' your wherever you go to eat at
Or nigga 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 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 get much sleep, my soul's tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I it
I know I'm doin' wrong and I beg the Lord
To forgive me for with the, double-edged sword
Shit goin' too well, that's my life
I I'm goin to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
nigga, kill this, it's my life

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

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