Creep

"Straight- Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap...
...where fake niggas don't make it back"

[Intro]
Ah shit
Yo, yo where my wolves at?
Yo, yo where my wolves at?

[Verse 1]
All in my fetid block
Niggas steady clock
Ready rock
Narcs in them marks
Surveillin the park with binocs'
They on the roof too
Tryna see who's who
Know what my crew do
Kill bat-ty boy like Buju
Front if you want kid
My crew'll do you
Run with cats that's coo-coo
Just to get a rep like Guru
I'll pull the heat out
Make you leak in your pants
Niggas be soft;
Sweeter than a weekend in France
Bow, now dance
Your coward ass don't stand a chance
When you romance
Probably have a man named 'Lance'
Why you fakin'?
I knocked yo' ass out in Green Haven
Cupcake, used to watch my drawers upstate
Yo, Imma squirt you
Put you in the dirt, too
And spurt through
Gruff gon' hurt you
And make yo' black ass turn purple
Back of yo' head, gon' have a circle
Homicide; Live on News 1
Interrupt, Commercial
For half a million
I'll clap you and your children
Leave y'all in the back abandoned building
Show no emotional feelings
Tote toast for peelin'
Boxcutter razor slicin' yo' throat for squealin'
Cold roof, jackin' niggas
Takin' funds like a toll booth
Livin' the life of crime through my whole youth
Trust me never
Get thirst chains like fuckin' weather
Rob you, and we was just together
Yo, Herb McGruff a dummy
Be on some bullshit for the love of money
Is this why stuff get funky?

"Straight- Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap...
...where fake niggas don't make it back"

[Verse 2]
Yo, one minute you see me
Then the next minute I jet
Turn back around, nig
I'm breathin' on your neck
Move like a ninja
Those who resist
Yo, I injure
Short-tempered
One false move and be remembered
Heat-keeper, creeper
Heartless like the Grim Reaper
Street-sweeper
Blow yo' ass out yo' sneakers
Can't see or find me
Be on the low, wit' my crimies
Livin' gritty and grimy
Wit' nine TECs and Tommys
On a mission
Start the ignition
A nigga front; gon' wind up missin'
Listen, don't catch no bad decision
I stay, creepin' on chumps like Zoozee Friday
Hit the Highway
I'm a sinner
Why should I pray?
Gruff be on your back like your shadow
Your bones rattle
Double-barrel, saliva lump
Buck your Adam's Apple
I'm feared by many
But I ain't scared of any-
Body, I'll lick the shotty
Close down the party
Yo, now I'm that nigga that be creepin'
While you sleepin', peepin'
Always findin' ways of gettin' even
Pop me; ya bleedin'
Drop and you're weak and
To stop breathin'
The Glock squeezin'
Sneaky, dirty heedin'
Menace, stalkin' you
Puffin' lye, sippin' Guiness
In the Hoogi vin-tin-age
Gruff approach relentless
Knock out your dentures
Leave you unconscious and senseless
Throw you in the trunk
And drop yo' ass off in Memphis, Tennessee
Had your doner Mack-10 or beef
I'll wet ya
On my way back home, sip Hennesy
The body catcher, and stretcher
You can bet ya
Bottom dollar
Under pressure, I'll watch 'em holla
Funeral parlours
For you, it ain't no tomorrow
I bring horror
Crime family, friends, mothers and fathers

"Straight- Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap...
...where fake niggas don't make it back"