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

I through the eleventh floor window
Take one last puff of the
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, back in the
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 nigga

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
It's be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
you in your motherfuckin' 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 more that need to be
Left with a head of lead, restin' easily in it
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse
on

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

I can catch you in the very building that you in
Wait until you get right at your door then start
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the
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 and I put one in your dome
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash 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, tell 'em all found was a piece of your clothes
And a small of your nose and, bone 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 fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the

Niggaz won't these 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 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
at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, the weed at?"
I could be the one the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't to involve, women and children
A got feelings, I just put 'em aside
And it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

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

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

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