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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, pop

I look through the eleventh window
Take one puff of the indo
through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the off my face 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 niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see gon' pop you
Stop you in your tracks nigga and drop 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 niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin' in it
G's a fee, put to a good 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, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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

I can catch you in the very building you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then spittin'
Now got a ribbon 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 walk behind you shit 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, that's yo' ass

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 piece of your and, bone from your arm
Which they 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 up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away the cops

Niggaz creep 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
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
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 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 like to involve, women and children
A got feelings, I just put 'em aside
And when time for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get 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 with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
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
you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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