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Niggaz won't these 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 puff of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, 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', 'cause a plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's pop you
Stop you in your 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 there's more niggaz need to be
Left with a head of lead, restin' easily in it
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The only excuse I 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
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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

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

I could put a bomb in your car and it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they 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 could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the and, get away from the cops

won't creep 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 with me
you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
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 your food 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 schoolbus that yo' in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And when time 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 said I it
I know I'm wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To me for fuckin' with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my
Sometimes I think what will I do, my life
Kill nigga, kill this, my life

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you 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' these streets'll be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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