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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my so I can leave safe
Outside I safe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, they 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 your motherfuckin' tracks and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes, the gun
I hate to be the type of to leave you, slugged and run

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

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

I can catch you in the building that you live in
Wait until you get 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
a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

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

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 creep these streets with 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 '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 that you ask, "Yo, where the at?"
I could be the one the schoolbus that yo' kids in
that, I don't like to involve, women and children
A got feelings, I just put 'em aside
And when it's 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 I said I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, sword
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

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