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

I look through the eleventh floor
one last puff 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
Outside I breathe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, make 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 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 now there's 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 I have 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 know what these streets'll be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the very building you live in
Wait until you get right at 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 walk behind you shit and follow 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 blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, of the bomb
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the
some fuckin' 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 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 with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a new toy
I could be the one servin' food wherever you go to eat at
Or that on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
A got feelings, I just 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 know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the
To forgive me for with the, double-edged sword
Shit goin' too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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