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

I look through the floor window
Take one puff of the indo
Look 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
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

niggaz get niggaz killed for real
I know, they a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be 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
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 these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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

I can catch you in the very that you live in
Wait you get right at your door then start spittin'
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 behind you and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was and a, flash of light
I him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

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

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

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,

I be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us 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 schoolbus yo' kids in
Except that, I like 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 ride

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

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

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