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

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

Smart niggaz get niggaz 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 tracks 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 there's 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 these streets 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 these with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the very building you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then start
Now they got a ribbon tied to the at the top of the steps
I was there, you die at the top of the steps
I can do that walk you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a of your clothes
And a small of your nose 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 mess and, get away from the

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

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'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 wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when 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 everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I I'm goin 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
'Cause you know fuckin' what these 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
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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