Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the 11th floor window Take one last puff of the indo (what?) Look through the scope, and let like ten go Break it down, back in the briefcase Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe Outside I breathe safe Nigga never saw it coming, that's how he got it (what?) Never even thought of running, 'cause a nigga plotted (what?) Smart niggas get niggas killed for real I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight) It's goin' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you Stop you in your motherfucking tracks nigga and drop you Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slumped and run But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be Left with a head full of lead, resting easily And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (c'mon!) Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I can catch you in the very building that you live in Wait until you get right at your door then start spitting (aight?) Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?) I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (alright?) I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!) Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!) I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!) Then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man Working at Toys'are'Us handing yo' kid a brand new toy (true) I could be the one serving your food wherever you go to eat at Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, 'Yo, where the weed at?' I could be the one driving the school bus that yo' kids in Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight) A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em aside And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh) I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it I know I'm doing wrong and everyday I beg the Lord To forgive me for fucking with the, double-edged sword Shit ain't going too well, but that's my life I know I'm going to hell, but that's my life Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life Kill nigga kill this is my life Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets