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Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
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
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the off my face so I can leave safe
I breathe 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 comin' the steel
It's gon' be cat you don't 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 now there's more niggaz that need 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 what I do is, of abuse
on

Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you know what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'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 building that you 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 walk behind you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
Last you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it
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 apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the
With fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get from the cops

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, 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 could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a new toy
I be the one servin' your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the 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 get much sleep, my soul's tormented
I it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, my life
Kill nigga, kill this, my life

Niggaz won't creep 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 these 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
'Cause you know fuckin' what