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Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
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
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I safe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' 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 hate to be the type of to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's niggaz that need to be
Left a head full 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 these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these 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 until you get right at your then start spittin'
Now they got a tied to the rail at the top of the steps
I was there, you die at the top of the steps
I can do walk behind you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you 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 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 your arm
they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
up the mess and, get away from the cops

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a new toy
I could be the one servin' your food you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' in
Except that, I 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 tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I it
I I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my

won't 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 these streets with me
'Cause you 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 fuckin' what