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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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my so I can leave safe
I breathe safe
Nigga 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, make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see gon' pop you
Stop you in motherfuckin' tracks nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, and run

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

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

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

I can catch you in the building that you live in
Wait until you get right at your door start spittin'
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that walk you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

I could put a in your car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the
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 and, get away from the cops

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, pop

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,

I be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
Workin' at 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' your wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when it's for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get much sleep, my tormented
I wish it was a lie but I said I meant it
I I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To me for fuckin' 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, kill this, my life

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