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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, pop

I look through the floor window
Take one puff of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
it down, back 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 plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
It's be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and 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 right now there's more niggaz need to be
Left with a head of lead, restin' easily in it
G's a fee, put to a good use
The only I have for what I do is, love of abuse
on

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 fuckin' 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 then start spittin'
Now they got a tied 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 walk you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I could put a in your car and watch it explode
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a 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', camped out in yo' car, in the
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 mess and, get away the cops

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

Niggaz creep these streets with me
you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
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' your food you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I be the one drivin' 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 time for me to do my job, I just

I don't get much sleep, my soul's
I it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
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, kill this, it's my

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

Niggaz won't creep these streets me
'Cause you know what these