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 Southside 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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Late night creeping
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(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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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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Late night creeping
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(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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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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Yeah, back at that ass once again there
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It's your nigga Lil Ric, creepin' through the windows
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Getting him for whatever I can get
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Now it's time for my niggas to ride and let this shit fuckin' clear
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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 Emmit
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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 it's me and P and we late night creeping
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Late night creeping
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(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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Late Night Creepin'
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| Big Ed |
