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

I look the eleventh floor window
one last puff of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the
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', a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' the steel
It's gon' be cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in motherfuckin' 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 that to be
Left with a head of lead, restin' easily in it
G's a fee, put to a good use
The excuse I have for what 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 these with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the very building that you in
Wait until you get right at your door then start
Now they got a ribbon tied to the at the top of the steps
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that walk behind you shit and you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
Last you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it
Then make 'em call, 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the
some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the

Niggaz creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
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 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand 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 the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't to involve, women 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 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 too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

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