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

I look the eleventh floor window
Take one puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, back in the
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can 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 for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you see that's gon' pop you
you in your 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 niggaz that 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 have for I do is, love of abuse
on

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

I can catch you in the very that you live in
Wait until you get right at door then start spittin'
Now they got a tied to the rail at the top of the steps
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 turn and I put one in your dome
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of 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 fuckin' chickenwire, soon 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 the cops

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

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

I don't get much sleep, my tormented
I it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm doin' 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 I'm goin to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my

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

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