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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
one last puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
Outside I safe
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, make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see 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 type of nigga to leave you, and run

But I'm on the job
And right now more niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin' 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 what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'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, 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 door 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 behind you shit and you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in dome
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone from arm
Which really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With 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 from the

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

Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'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 could be the one servin' your food 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 that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

I get much sleep, my soul's tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I it
I know I'm doin' wrong and I beg the Lord
To forgive me for 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, 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 creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' these