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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

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

Smart niggaz get killed for real
I know, make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's 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 right now more niggaz that 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 have for what I do is, of abuse
on

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

Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
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 to the rail at the top of the steps
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that behind you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you around and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

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

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

I be the UPS delivery 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 on the corner 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, and children
A nigga got feelings, I put 'em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I 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 doin' wrong and everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' the, double-edged sword
Shit goin' too well, that's my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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 these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what these be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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