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Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
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I look the eleventh floor window
one last 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 breathe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
It's gon' be cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and drop 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 right now there's more niggaz that to be
Left with a head of lead, restin' easily in it
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The only excuse I have for I do is, love of abuse
on

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, pop

Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
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I can catch you in the building 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 you shit 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 him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

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

Niggaz won't creep these streets 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 creep streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' 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 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the 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 nigga got feelings, I 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 I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, sword
Shit goin' too well, that's my life
I I'm goin to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I what will I do, with my life
nigga, kill this, it's my life

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, pop

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' these 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