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RZA - Creep |
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Creep, creep, creep |
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Catch them while they sleep |
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Empty every shell from your clip |
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Knock them off their feet |
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These streets that we maneuver through, |
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ain't nothing you familiar too |
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Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral |
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Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' |
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Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling |
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Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret |
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Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya |
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Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi |
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Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently |
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One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot |
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That's why some keep they shit on safety, |
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others keep they hammers cocked |
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Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole |
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And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul |
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Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) |
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Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way |
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A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K |
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And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. |
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When Track died, Mack cried |
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Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide |
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I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon |
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Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June |
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The city's full of Crips |
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AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) |
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Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips |
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If any, not many, academic scholarships |
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Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission |
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With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton |
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Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription |
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Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions |
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Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing |
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Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence |
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The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions |
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Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman |
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Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
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Make them Swiss cheese |
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You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out |
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Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out |
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Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out |
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Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out |
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In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck |
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Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck |
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Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business |
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All you suckas, get the scissors |
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You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland |
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I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman |
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Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman |
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You suckas is useless like old New York tokens |
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Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed |
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You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed |
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Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure |
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MC's tremble when they hear the name of us |
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Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys |
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The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee |
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No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me |
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King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy |
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Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy |
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Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me |
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Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow |
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Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo |
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It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments |
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Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment |
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It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down |
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Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound |
