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

I through the eleventh floor window
Take one last of the indo
through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can safe
Outside I breathe
Nigga saw it comin', that's how he got it
Never even of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

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

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

I can catch you in the very building that you in
Wait until you get at your door then start spittin'
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the
I can do that walk behind you shit and you home
Make a noise, you around and I put one in your dome
Last you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, yo' ass tonight

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

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

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,

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

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

won't 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 streets'll be
Make you wanna, I'm gonna
'Cause I
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

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