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

I look through the floor window
Take one last 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 leave
I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they a deal, I'm comin' with 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 hate to be the of nigga to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now more niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin' in it
Twenty G's a fee, put to a use
The excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse
on

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

I can you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get at your door then start spittin'
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 and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your
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 watch it
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 really tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin', out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the
I jump up 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get from the cops

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

I could be the UPS boy, or the man
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' food wherever 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 that yo' kids in
Except that, I like to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get much sleep, my soul's
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I it
I know I'm wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for with the, double-edged sword
ain't goin' too well, that's my life
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
Kill nigga, kill this, my life

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

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