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

I look the eleventh floor window
one last puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause 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' nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I hate to be the of nigga to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's more niggaz that to be
with 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 streets with me
'Cause you know what 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
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the building that you live 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 die at the top of the steps
I can do that walk behind you shit and you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
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 piece of clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, from your arm
Which they couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the and, get away from the cops

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
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
I gotta
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 your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the at?"
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when time for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get much sleep, my tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I I meant it
I I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
Shit goin' too well, that's my life
I I'm goin to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

Niggaz creep 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 these streets with 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 these with me
you know fuckin' what these