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Niggaz creep 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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
I breathe safe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a plotted

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

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 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 can you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get 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 you shit and follow you home
a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome
Last you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I could put a in your car and watch it explode
Then 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone your arm
Which really 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 up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get from the cops

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 streets me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the at?"
I be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just

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

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

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

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