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

I look through the eleventh window
Take one last of the indo
Look through the scope, and let ten go
Break it down, 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
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for
I know, make 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 type of nigga to you, slugged 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
G's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I for what I do is, love of abuse
on

Niggaz won't 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 creep these 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 very that you live in
Wait you get right at your door then start spittin'
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the
I was there, you die at the top of the steps
I can do that walk behind you shit and 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 him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

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

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

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,

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' your food you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and
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 tormented
I it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged
Shit ain't goin' too well, my life
I know I'm goin to Hell, my life
Sometimes I think what I do, with my life
nigga, kill this, it's my life

Niggaz 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 creep these 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 what these