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    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop

    I look through the 11th floor window
    Take one last puff of that indo
    Look through the scope and out like ten gold
    Break it down back in the briefcase
    I get the sweat off of my face so I can leave safe
    Outside I breathe safe
    Nigga never saw it comin thats how ya got it
    Never even thought of runnin, cuz a nigga plottin
    Smart niggaz, get niggaz killed for real
    I know they make a deal
    Im comin with the steal
    It's gone be that cat you dont see thats gone pop you
    Stop you in yo muthafuckin tracks nigga drop you
    Get rid of all the clothes dump the gun
    I hate to be that type a nigga leave you slugged and run
    But Im on a job and right now theres more niggaz than easy to be
    Left wit a head full of lead, rest in easily
    And that 20 easy b
    Put to a good use
    The only excuse I have for what I do is love over abuse
    Cmon

    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then I'm gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop
    Nigga
    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz i gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop

    I can catch you in the very buildin that you live in
    Waitin till you get right at your door to start spittin
    Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
    I was there, you aint die at the top of the steps
    I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home
    Makin noise, you turn around, and I'll put money on yo dome
    Last thing you saw was chrome and a flash of light
    A blast to right
    Nigga
    Thats yo ass 2nite
    I can put a bomb on your car and watch it explode
    Make a call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes
    And a small piece of your nose and bone from yo arm
    Which they really couldnt tell apart
    Because of the bomb
    I can be waitin camped out in your car
    In the backseat wit some fuckin chicken wire and
    Soon as you hit the back street
    I jump up like Jack- In- A- Box
    Strangle this shit out yo ass
    Clean up the mess and get away from the cops

    Niggaz wotn creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop
    Nigga
    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop

    I can be that U.P.S. delivery boy
    Or the man workin at Toys R Us, and handin your kid a bran new toy
    I can be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at
    Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo where the weed at?"
    I can be the one drivin the school bus that yo kids in
    Except that, I dont like to involve women and children
    A nigga got feelins
    I just put em a side
    When its time for me to do my job
    I just ryde
    I dont get much sleep
    My souls tormented
    I wish it was alive
    But everything I said I meanted
    I know im doin wrong, and every day I beg the Lord to forgive me
    For fuckin wit the devil and sort
    Shit aint goin to well
    But thats my life
    I know Im goin to hell
    But thats my life
    Sometimes I think what will I do wit my life
    Kill nigga, kill
    This is my life

    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop
    Nigga
    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be
    Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta
    Pop, pop, pop, pop
    Nigga
    Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me
    Cuz you know fuckin where these streets, these streets(fade out)

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