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Niggaz won't creep streets with 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 last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe
never saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's gon' be that cat you 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 type of nigga to leave you, and run

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

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

I can catch you in the very building you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then spittin'
Now they got a ribbon 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 turn around and I put one in dome
thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

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

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 these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' 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
at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I could be the one servin' food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner 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 just put 'em
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just

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

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

Niggaz creep 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 these streets with me
'Cause you fuckin' what these