niggas won't creep these streets with me
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cuz you know fuckin what these streets'll be
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make you wanna...then i'm gonna...
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cuz i gotta...POP POP, POP, POP
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i look through the 11th floor window, take one last puff of the indo (what?)
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look through the scope, and let like ten go
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break it down, back in the briefcase (uh huh)
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wipe the sweat off my face so i can leave safe (uh) outside i breathe safe (uh)
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nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (what?)
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never even thought of runnin, cuz a nigga plotted (what?)
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smart niggas get niggas killed for real
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i know, they make a deal, i'm comin with the steel (aight)
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it's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uh)
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stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga, drop you (uh)
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get rid of all the clothes (uh huh), dump the gun
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i hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run
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but i'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be
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left with a head full of lead, restin easily (woo)
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and that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use
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the only excuse i have for what i do is, love of abuse (c'mon!)
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i can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh)
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wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight?)
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now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?)
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i was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (aight?)
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i can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)
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make a noise, you turn around and i put one in your dome (BOOM!)
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last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uh)
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i blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (uh, uh, c'mon!)
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i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!)
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then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
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and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
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which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
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i could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
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with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
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i jump up like jack-in-the-box
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strangle the shit out yo' ass
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ehleeh
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, clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
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i could be the UPS delivery boy (uh huh)
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or the man workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true)
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i could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at
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or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "yo, where the weed at?" (damn)
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i could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in (uh huh)
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except that, i don't like to involve, women and children (aight)
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a nigga got feelings, i just put 'em aside
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but when it's time for me to do my job, i just ride
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i don't get much sleep (uh), my soul's tormented (uh)
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i wish it was a lie but everything i said, i meant it (uh)
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i know i'm doin wrong and everyday i beg the Lord
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to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword (uh)
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shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life
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i know i'm goin to hell, that's my life
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sometimes i think, "what will i do, with my life?"
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kill, nigga, kill, this is my life
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niggas won't creep these streets wit me
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cuz you know fuckin wit these...,
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The Professional (Album Version (Explicit))
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| DMX |
