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

I look the eleventh floor window
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 so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's be that cat you don't see that's 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 you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now more niggaz that need 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 have for what I do is, of abuse
on

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

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,

I can you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then 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 behind you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you around 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 it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone your arm
Which they really tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fuckin' chickenwire, as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get from the cops

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

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your 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 that yo' in
that, I don't like to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I 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 I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, my life
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

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

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