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Niggaz won't 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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave
Outside I safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never 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 see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and 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
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The only I have for what I do is, love of abuse
on

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

I can catch you in the very building that you in
Wait until you get right at your door then spittin'
Now they got a 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 turn around and I put one in your
Last thing you saw was and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all found was a piece of your clothes
And a small 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 in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away the cops

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

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus yo' kids in
that, I don't like 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' and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, my life
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
nigga, kill this, it's my life

Niggaz won't 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

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

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