I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin'
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
To forgive me for fuckin' with the, double-edged sword
'Cause I gotta
Nigga
Outside I breathe safe
I don't get much sleep, my soul's tormented
I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
Nigga never saw it comin', that's how he got it
But I'm on the job
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop
I jump up like 'Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children
Break it down, back in the briefcase
And right now there's more niggaz that need to be
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop
Nigga
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run
'Cause I gotta
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop
And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my life
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"
Look through the scope, and let like ten go
'Cause I gotta
I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
Workin' at Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight
'Cause I gotta
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome
Nigga
Nigga
Nigga
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Stop you in your motherfuckin' tracks nigga and drop you
'Cause I gotta
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
'Cause I gotta
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps
I can catch you in the very building that you live in
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
'Cause I gotta
Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my life
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Left with a head full of lead, restin' easily in it
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Take one last puff of the indo
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home
Come on
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em aside
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop
Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
Nigga
Twenty G's a fee, put to a good use
'Cause you know fuckin' what these streets'll be
I could be the UPS delivery boy, or the man
Get rid of all the clothes, dump the gun
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse
With some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
Kill nigga, kill this, it's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life
Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop
Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride
I look through the eleventh floor window
I could be the one servin' your food wherever you go to eat at
Nigga
I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' with the steel
