Creepin' (LP Version)

Creepin' (LP Version) Lyrics

Song Creepin' (LP Version)
Artist Gerald Albright
Album Live To Love
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[00:02.00] RZA - Creep
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[04:14.96][02:23.64][01:09.37][00:07.16] Creep, creep, creep
[04:17.71][02:26.48][01:12.17][00:10.28] Catch them while they sleep
[04:33.13][04:20.79][02:41.90][02:29.52][01:15.24][00:13.46] Empty every shell from your clip
[04:36.28][04:24.21][02:45.00][02:32.62][01:18.91][00:16.46] Knock them off their feet
[00:31.50] These streets that we maneuver through,
[00:33.81] ain't nothing you familiar too
[00:35.42] Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
[00:38.01] Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
[00:41.19] Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling
[00:43.40] Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret
[00:47.22] Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
[00:50.82] Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
[00:53.77] Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently
[00:56.59] One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
[00:59.45] That's why some keep they shit on safety,
[01:01.44] others keep they hammers cocked
[01:03.35] Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole
[01:05.97] And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul
[01:21.45] Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)
[01:24.13] Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way
[01:28.29] A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
[01:30.74] And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.
[01:33.82] When Track died, Mack cried
[01:36.91] Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide
[01:39.95] I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
[01:43.04] Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June
[01:46.21] The city's full of Crips
[01:48.78] AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)
[01:53.13] Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
[01:55.62] If any, not many, academic scholarships
[01:58.66] Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission
[02:01.62] With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton
[02:04.53] Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription
[02:07.62] Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions
[02:10.78] Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing
[02:14.08] Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
[02:17.29] The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions
[02:20.18] Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
[04:26.77][02:35.64] Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
[04:30.02][02:38.83] Make them Swiss cheese
[02:47.66] You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out
[02:51.08] Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out
[02:54.25] Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out
[02:57.23] Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out
[03:00.29] In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a ****
[03:03.41] Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck
[03:06.53] Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business
[03:10.45] All you suckas, get the scissors
[03:12.83] You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
[03:15.92] I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
[03:19.07] Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
[03:22.04] You suckas is useless like old New York tokens
[03:25.09] Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed
[03:28.32] You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed
[03:31.37] Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
[03:34.32] MC's tremble when they hear the name of us
[03:37.42] Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
[03:40.55] The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
[03:43.60] No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
[03:46.74] King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy
[03:49.93] Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy
[03:53.05] Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
[03:56.21] Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow
[03:59.46] Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo
[04:02.22] It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
[04:05.66] Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment
[04:08.29] It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down
[04:11.71] Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound
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