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Niggaz won't creep streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
'Cause I
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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 safe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never thought 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 be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your tracks nigga and drop 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 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 streets with me
'Cause you know what these streets'll 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
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop,

I can catch you in the building that you live in
Wait you get right at your 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 that walk you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you around and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and it explode
make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the
I be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some 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 away the cops

won't creep 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 these streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' 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 handin' yo' kid a new toy
I could be the one your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner 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 just put 'em
And when it's for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get sleep, my soul's tormented
I wish it was a lie but everything I I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my
Sometimes I think will I do, with my life
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my

won't creep these streets 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' what 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' these