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

I look through the eleventh window
one last puff 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 breathe
Nigga never saw it comin', how he got it
Never thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted

Smart get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the
It's gon' be that cat you don't see 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 of nigga to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job
And right now there's niggaz that need to be
with 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
'Cause you know fuckin' these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm
I gotta
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop

Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know fuckin' what 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 door then start spittin'
Now they got a ribbon to the rail 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 shit and you home
Make a noise, you turn and I put one in your dome
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass

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

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, pop

Niggaz won't creep these with me
'Cause you know what these streets'll be
you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I
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 nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
I be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
that, I don't like to involve, women and children
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em
And when time for me to do my job, I just ride

I get much sleep, my soul's tormented
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, double-edged
ain't goin' too well, that's my life
I know I'm to Hell, that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my
Kill nigga, this, it's my life

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

Niggaz won't these streets with me
you know fuckin' what these