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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

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

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
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 of nigga to leave you, slugged and run

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

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

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

I put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
Then '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 really couldn't tell apart, because of the
I be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the and, get away from the cops

Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what 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' 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 on the corner 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 put 'em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I 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 forgive me for with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
I think what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my

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

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