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Styles P - Creep City Lyrics

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  • (Verse)
  • I'm a G about mine, while most holdin' the 9s
  • Niggas crossin' the line, I'mma leave it right in their spine
  • I regulate on these herbs, I'm sick in it with the words
  • I pitch on these curbs, I'm Iron Mike with the birds
  • Hold up! Not enough manical, golden cross, Sabathical
  • Black hoodie, black pimp, here we're nukin' 'em radical
  • ***** around with them boys, I'm sittin' low with them toys
  • Diamonds on my wrist piece, fifty somethin' in royalties
  • Silver back of the rat and front in back of the trap
  • And front and back of the trap, forever clappin' the Mac
  • I done seen niggas get shot, I'dda bagged up in the spot
  • I don't ran when it got hot, I don't slept on that *****
  • Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do
  • You a *****, name a hood that will vouch for you
  • Get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two. Let's go!
  • (Hook)
  • I'd rather be a have than a have not
  • There's a lot of shit that I'd rather not have
  • Drama, being a nigga that the shot blast
  • Hustlin', bein' a nigga that the cops pass
  • Smokin', sayn to myself this will not last
  • Lookin' at the bottle with pills, drop the pop half
  • I put a bullet in yo body, in the top half
  • You's a funny ass nigga, I did not laugh
  • (Verse)
  • Blood shed, tears fall, ***** the hero is the villain that we cheer for
  • Family money and weed the things that I care for
  • And it hauls the war, that I'm prepared for
  • Cold heart, black soul, I ain't got to be drunk to whyle and let the gat go
  • Lirically, I'm on a whole 'nother plat, so
  • Talkin' to the holy ghost, but we ain't in the chapel
  • (Hook)
  • (Imagine what I'm bout to do)
  • (You a *****, name a hood that will vouch for you)
  • (You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
  • We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do
  • (Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do)
  • (You a *****, name a hood that will vouch for you)
  • We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do
  • (Verse)
  • Niggas land and the hammer's off
  • Givin' cocaine out like Santa Claus
  • The fan I'm playn, Diana Ross
  • From my hood, where niggas tell you to handle yours
  • You don't wanna be the one that they light the candle for
  • Hit 'em in the face, broad daylight, Channel 4
  • Go scientifical, think it as not typical
  • Hold then a nickle, play to killin' is not difficult
  • Gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do
  • We from D Block, I'll lay a nigga out for you
  • I'm wolf, saw some what the Alfa do
  • Cut guts out, even chop a scalp or two
  • (Hook)
  • (Imagine what I'm bout to do)
  • (You a *****, name a hood that will vouch for you)
  • (You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
  • We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do
  • (Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do)
  • (You a *****, name a hood that will vouch for you)
  • We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do

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