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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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave
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, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in motherfuckin' tracks nigga 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 right now more niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin' in it
G's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of
on

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

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know 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 that you in
Wait until you get right at your door then spittin'
Now they got a ribbon tied to the at the top of the steps
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you
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, yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a of your clothes
And a small piece of nose and, bone from your arm
Which they couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the
I jump up 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the and, get away from the cops

Niggaz creep these streets with 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
'Cause you know fuckin' what streets'll be
you wanna, then 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' food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner 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 ride

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

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