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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
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last puff of the
Look through the scope, and let ten go
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
Outside I breathe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see 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 to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's 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 for what I do is, love of abuse
on

Niggaz won't creep these streets 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 these with me
'Cause you fuckin' 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 that you in
until you get right at your door then start spittin'
Now got a ribbon tied 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 walk behind you and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a piece of your 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, as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the

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 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' food wherever 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 yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And when it's 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 everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
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, kill this, my life

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

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

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you know what these