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Verse 1 (master p) |
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Four niggas in the chev and we all strapped |
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Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps |
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Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with |
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Master p killa murder motherfucking lunatic |
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With the giggety giggety nine |
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Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine |
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Break you off something proper bitch |
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Ask me where i'm from the manor central soutside of the rich |
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Worry niggas can't stand me |
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Cause i'm known on the turf for serving |
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Them fiends that fucking killa candy |
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Break 'em off as i creep slow |
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But if you run up on the p |
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Yeah you know you get your ass smoked |
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12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping |
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On my way to the northside late night creeping |
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(chorus) |
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Late night creeping (creeping) |
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Should i say jacking or should i say skeezing |
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The dope fiends be begging me for crack |
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Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats |
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Verse 2 (master p) |
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Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang |
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A nigga slang dope, but the p i don't gang bang |
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Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock |
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Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh |
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Play a game called show and tell |
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And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel |
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Cause slipping is a no no |
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And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo |
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I'll leave a bitch dead and broke |
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Check a hoe, i ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe |
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So with my nine i be sleeping |
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Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping |
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(chorus) |
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Verse 3 (master p, lil'ric) |
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I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks |
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I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch |
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I'm paranoid, i sleep with three fucking gats |
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A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack |
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I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb |
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A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves |
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I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal |
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You owe me scraps i will melt you like a piece of metal |
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I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball |
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And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall |
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So make your fucking death wish |
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And why you dead i'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch |
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I'm a let you know life in the rich ain't no joke |
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So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe |
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And you know the rich is known for busting caps |
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Diggety zap the p put the rich on the giggety map |
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Lil' ric |
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Yeah, back at that ass once again there |
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Its your nigga lil ric, creepin through the windows |
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Getting him for whatever i can get |
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Now its time for my niggas to ride |
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And let this shit fuckin clear |
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Verse 4 (big ed) |
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Late night creeping big ed and master p |
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P has got his tech i got my nine next to me |
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Cause niggas like to jack and in the bay it never stops |
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But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox |
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Or run up ya like emmitt |
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Hitting like bonds cause i have a nice slugging percentage |
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Because a nigga's like loced |
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Run on up, i'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked |
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I ain't no joker g cause i'm tru |
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And everybody in my crew a tru g too |
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I thought you knew motherfucker |
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I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter |
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With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat |
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P, i'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back |
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I'm a show you why they sleeping |
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Cause its me and p and we late night creeping |
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(chorus) |
