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

I look the eleventh floor window
Take one puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the sweat off my so I can leave safe
Outside I safe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get killed for real
I know, make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's be that cat you don't see that's gon' 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 that need to be
Left a head full 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 these 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 what 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 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 chrome and a, of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

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

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your food you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just

I don't get much sleep, my 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 me for fuckin' with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

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