Creep Lyrics
| Song | Creep |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digi Snacks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:11.960] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [00:15.800] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [00:18.260] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [00:21.260] | Knock them off their feet |
| [00:24.400] | |
| [00:36.297] | These streets that we maneuver through, |
| [00:39.399] | ain't nothing you familiar too |
| [00:40.218] | Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral |
| [00:42.897] | Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' |
| [00:45.987] | Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling |
| [00:48.197] | Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret |
| [00:52.188] | Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya |
| [00:55.779] | Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi |
| [00:58.568] | Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently |
| [01:01.387] | One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot |
| [01:04.248] | That's why some keep they shit on safety, |
| [01:06.238] | others keep they hammers cocked |
| [01:08.148] | Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole |
| [01:10.768] | And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul |
| [01:14.167] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [01:16.967] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [01:20.389] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [01:23.708] | Knock them off their feet |
| [01:25.398] | |
| [01:26.247] | Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) |
| [01:28.928] | Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way |
| [01:33.878] | A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K |
| [01:35.538] | And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. |
| [01:38.780] | When Track died, Mack cried |
| [01:41.708] | Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide |
| [01:44.747] | I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon |
| [01:48.187] | Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June |
| [01:51.899] | The city's full of Crips |
| [01:53.578] | AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) |
| [01:57.928] | Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips |
| [02:00.417] | If any, not many, academic scholarships |
| [02:03.458] | Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission |
| [02:06.417] | With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton |
| [02:09.329] | Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription |
| [02:12.420] | Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions |
| [02:15.580] | Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing |
| [02:19.600] | Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence |
| [02:22.900] | The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions |
| [02:24.980] | Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman |
| [02:28.440] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [02:31.280] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [02:34.320] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:37.420] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:40.440] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [02:43.890] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [02:46.700] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:49.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:52.460] | You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out |
| [02:56.590] | Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out |
| [02:59.500] | Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out |
| [03:02.300] | Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out |
| [03:05.900] | In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck |
| [03:08.210] | Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck |
| [03:11.330] | Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business |
| [03:15.250] | All you suckas, get the scissors |
| [03:17.900] | You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland |
| [03:20.720] | I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman |
| [03:24.500] | Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman |
| [03:27.200] | You suckas is useless like old New York tokens |
| [03:30.700] | Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed |
| [03:33.120] | You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed |
| [03:36.170] | Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure |
| [03:39.120] | MC's tremble when they hear the name of us |
| [03:42.220] | Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys |
| [03:45.350] | The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee |
| [03:48.400] | No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me |
| [03:51.540] | King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy |
| [03:54.730] | Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy |
| [03:58.300] | Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me |
| [04:01.100] | Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow |
| [04:04.260] | Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo |
| [04:07.200] | It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments |
| [04:10.460] | Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment |
| [04:13.900] | It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down |
| [04:16.510] | Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound |
| [04:19.760] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [04:22.509] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [04:25.590] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:29.100] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:31.570] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [04:35.0] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [04:37.930] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:41.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:45.430] |
| [00:11.960] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [00:15.800] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [00:18.260] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [00:21.260] | Knock them off their feet |
| [00:24.400] | |
| [00:36.297] | These streets that we maneuver through, |
| [00:39.399] | ain' t nothing you familiar too |
| [00:40.218] | Don' t talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral |
| [00:42.897] | Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' |
| [00:45.987] | Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling |
| [00:48.197] | Even if you ain' t street, then we creepin', it ain' t no secret |
| [00:52.188] | Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya |
| [00:55.779] | Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi |
| [00:58.568] | Crisis the Sharpshooter, I' mma lay ' em down gently |
| [01:01.387] | One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot |
| [01:04.248] | That' s why some keep they shit on safety, |
| [01:06.238] | others keep they hammers cocked |
| [01:08.148] | Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole |
| [01:10.768] | And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul |
| [01:14.167] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [01:16.967] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [01:20.389] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [01:23.708] | Knock them off their feet |
| [01:25.398] | |
| [01:26.247] | Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day every day |
| [01:28.928] | Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way |
| [01:33.878] | A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K |
| [01:35.538] | And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L. A. |
| [01:38.780] | When Track died, Mack cried |
| [01:41.708] | Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide |
| [01:44.747] | I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon |
| [01:48.187] | Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June |
| [01:51.899] | The city' s full of Crips |
| [01:53.578] | AK' s, four-fives, mac-11' s, full of clips Long Beach |
| [01:57.928] | Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips |
| [02:00.417] | If any, not many, academic scholarships |
| [02:03.458] | Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission |
| [02:06.417] | With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton |
| [02:09.329] | Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription |
| [02:12.420] | Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions |
| [02:15.580] | Truly, I' m the one the West is really missing |
| [02:19.600] | Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence |
| [02:22.900] | The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions |
| [02:24.980] | Don' t listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman |
| [02:28.440] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [02:31.280] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [02:34.320] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:37.420] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:40.440] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [02:43.890] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [02:46.700] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:49.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:52.460] | You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out |
| [02:56.590] | Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out |
| [02:59.500] | Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out |
| [03:02.300] | Leaving blood on your shirt, you can' t get the stain out |
| [03:05.900] | In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck |
| [03:08.210] | Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck |
| [03:11.330] | Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business |
| [03:15.250] | All you suckas, get the scissors |
| [03:17.900] | You don' t work like you broke and keep AK' s like I' m Oakland |
| [03:20.720] | I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman |
| [03:24.500] | Bobby, covered in ice, like it' s Frosty the Snowman |
| [03:27.200] | You suckas is useless like old New York tokens |
| [03:30.700] | Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed |
| [03:33.120] | You ain' t worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed |
| [03:36.170] | Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure |
| [03:39.120] | MC' s tremble when they hear the name of us |
| [03:42.220] | Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys |
| [03:45.350] | The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee |
| [03:48.400] | No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can' t describe me |
| [03:51.540] | King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy |
| [03:54.730] | Compton' s where you can find me in the hood, so grimy |
| [03:58.300] | Run laps on these tracks, it' s a fact, you can time me |
| [04:01.100] | Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow |
| [04:04.260] | Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo |
| [04:07.200] | It' s simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments |
| [04:10.460] | Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment |
| [04:13.900] | It' s over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down |
| [04:16.510] | Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound |
| [04:19.760] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [04:22.509] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [04:25.590] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:29.100] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:31.570] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [04:35.0] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [04:37.930] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:41.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:45.430] |
| [00:11.960] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [00:15.800] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [00:18.260] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [00:21.260] | Knock them off their feet |
| [00:24.400] | |
| [00:36.297] | These streets that we maneuver through, |
| [00:39.399] | ain' t nothing you familiar too |
| [00:40.218] | Don' t talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral |
| [00:42.897] | Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' |
| [00:45.987] | Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling |
| [00:48.197] | Even if you ain' t street, then we creepin', it ain' t no secret |
| [00:52.188] | Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya |
| [00:55.779] | Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi |
| [00:58.568] | Crisis the Sharpshooter, I' mma lay ' em down gently |
| [01:01.387] | One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot |
| [01:04.248] | That' s why some keep they shit on safety, |
| [01:06.238] | others keep they hammers cocked |
| [01:08.148] | Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole |
| [01:10.768] | And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul |
| [01:14.167] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [01:16.967] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [01:20.389] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [01:23.708] | Knock them off their feet |
| [01:25.398] | |
| [01:26.247] | Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day every day |
| [01:28.928] | Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way |
| [01:33.878] | A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K |
| [01:35.538] | And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L. A. |
| [01:38.780] | When Track died, Mack cried |
| [01:41.708] | Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide |
| [01:44.747] | I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon |
| [01:48.187] | Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June |
| [01:51.899] | The city' s full of Crips |
| [01:53.578] | AK' s, four-fives, mac-11' s, full of clips Long Beach |
| [01:57.928] | Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips |
| [02:00.417] | If any, not many, academic scholarships |
| [02:03.458] | Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission |
| [02:06.417] | With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton |
| [02:09.329] | Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription |
| [02:12.420] | Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions |
| [02:15.580] | Truly, I' m the one the West is really missing |
| [02:19.600] | Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence |
| [02:22.900] | The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions |
| [02:24.980] | Don' t listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman |
| [02:28.440] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [02:31.280] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [02:34.320] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:37.420] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:40.440] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [02:43.890] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [02:46.700] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [02:49.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [02:52.460] | You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out |
| [02:56.590] | Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out |
| [02:59.500] | Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out |
| [03:02.300] | Leaving blood on your shirt, you can' t get the stain out |
| [03:05.900] | In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck |
| [03:08.210] | Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck |
| [03:11.330] | Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business |
| [03:15.250] | All you suckas, get the scissors |
| [03:17.900] | You don' t work like you broke and keep AK' s like I' m Oakland |
| [03:20.720] | I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman |
| [03:24.500] | Bobby, covered in ice, like it' s Frosty the Snowman |
| [03:27.200] | You suckas is useless like old New York tokens |
| [03:30.700] | Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed |
| [03:33.120] | You ain' t worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed |
| [03:36.170] | Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure |
| [03:39.120] | MC' s tremble when they hear the name of us |
| [03:42.220] | Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys |
| [03:45.350] | The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee |
| [03:48.400] | No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can' t describe me |
| [03:51.540] | King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy |
| [03:54.730] | Compton' s where you can find me in the hood, so grimy |
| [03:58.300] | Run laps on these tracks, it' s a fact, you can time me |
| [04:01.100] | Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow |
| [04:04.260] | Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo |
| [04:07.200] | It' s simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments |
| [04:10.460] | Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment |
| [04:13.900] | It' s over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down |
| [04:16.510] | Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound |
| [04:19.760] | Creep, creep, creep |
| [04:22.509] | Catch them while they sleep |
| [04:25.590] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:29.100] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:31.570] | Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| [04:35.0] | Make them Swiss cheese |
| [04:37.930] | Empty every shell from your clip |
| [04:41.800] | Knock them off their feet |
| [04:45.430] |
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