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Niggaz won't these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these 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
through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga

niggaz get niggaz killed for real
I know, they a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you see that's 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 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 have for what I do is, love of
on

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

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' 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
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 that walk behind you shit and you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

I could put a bomb in car and watch it explode
make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fuckin' chickenwire, as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like in the box', strangle the shit 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
you know 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 yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one your 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 that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when time for me to do my job, I just ride

I get much sleep, my soul's tormented
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 fuckin' the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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, pop

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