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creepin' - spadez lyrics

[intro: deniro farrar]
kobk the murda gang
what’s happenin’

[chorus: deniro farrar]
man, them n*ggas be creepin’
they ridin’ in them four doors with them shotty’s
homicide, boy they ’bout to catch a body
them n*ggas always creepin’
they quick to hit your block and leave it silent
finger itchin’, they just want to shoot somebody
’cause them n*ggas always creepin’
they ridin’ in them four doors with them shotty’s
homicide, boy they ’bout to catch a body
them n*ggas always creepin’
they quick to hit your block and leave it silent
finger itchin’, they just want to shoot somebody
boy, them n*ggas always creepin’

[verse 1: deniro farrar]
now i don’t know what you heard, and i don’t care who you kin to
when them choppas go to bussin’, better duck or they gon’ hit you
you got a sl!ck mouth, be careful who you offend
’cause them pistols is for bussin’, p*ssy, and that ain’t for pretend
bullets goin’ through your kin, mama, daddies and cousins
last n*gga played live, found out that he really wasn’t
them choppas hold a hundred, we got ’em by the dozen
you can run up if you want, but my lil’ shooters, they ain’t bluffin’
line ’em up and shoot ’em down, blow ’em up and chalk ’em out
then we spin they block again, and see what they talkin’ ’bout
say you beefin’ with us n*gga, what the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout?
bullets seekin’, n*ggas leakin’ when them choppas comin’ out
f*ck you patnas, we got choppas, we see what your patnas ’bout
everybody say they strapped, everybody say they creep
but them p*ssy ass n*ggas, they don’t ride like me
i be dressed in all black with a two two three
and i be…

[chorus: deniro farrar]
creepin’
they ridin’ in them four doors with them shotty’s
homicide, boy they ’bout to catch a body
them n*ggas always creepin’
they quick to hit your block and leave it silent
finger itchin’, they just want to shoot somebody
’cause them n*ggas always creepin’
they ridin’ in them four doors with them shotty’s
homicide, boy they ’bout to catch a body
them n*ggas always creepin’
they quick to hit your block and leave it silent
finger itchin’, they just want to shoot somebody
boy, them n*ggas always creepin’

[verse 2: paul fisher]
ridin’ with my chopper with the scope on it (scope on it)
if i see the opposition, i’ma blow somethin’ (bow, bow)
creepin’ ’round the city, it’s like four somethin’
n*ggas disrespectin’ so i gotta shoot somethin’ (f*ck n*gga)
all my n*ggas in the cut, dawg (yeah)
i grab the nine, hold that b*tch sideways like i’m o*dog (d*mn)
shoot a n*gga, then i roll off (skrt)
ar fifteen, two two threes, shoot his arm off (f*ck n*gga)
i ain’t really ’bout to play n*gga (nah)
where you talkin’, you’ll lay n*gga, put you in the grave n*gga
ay, what the f*ck you say n*gga? (what?)
i know where ya mama stay n*gga, tear her out the frame n*gga
call creep, now we creepin’ for a f*ck n*gga (f*ck n*gga)
arm out the window, i’m ’bout to dump n*gga (dump n*gga)
they say i’m real crazy ’cause i slump n*ggas
he yelled out ck, now he dead n*gga (yeah)

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