Creep

Y'all and all better get right

That this time, while the time is good

Cuz they might not be no next time

Just creep, just creep

Just creep, just creep

Yea my life is like a horror flick

But this movie guns and bricks, with tons of chicks

Ice on my neck and wrist

And run with a click, keep my two guns on my hip

And swingin' I spit, fighting was the '85 shit

Rims on my whip, Dreamcastin' ahead of my shit

Bitches know I'm rich

Look at they husbands and wanna switch

Follow my dick, tell they kids "Daddy ain't shit"

Cut ya finger off and mail it back like Mark did to Rich

I body a snitch, Bumpy Johnson of this crack shit

Feds couldn't tap this, Vietnam couldn't match this

It's murder, even when I fuck I hold a burner

Now think about, when I'm out of town a bodies heard of

I'm a grown man, I ain't mad you don't understand

I produce fire, ever since 12 started riot

Gold Ferrali tires, bandana bike riders

No slugs and outsiders, jail cell for the lifers

And ask ya dumb niggas a question

Who's the nicest?

We creep, when we roll thru the streets, we creep

When we walk around with heat, we creep

Smash box in the jeep, we creep

Let's keep the air tight, pluggin these mics, it's rhyme fight

Me and my fam A-Alike like to clap on sight

Devious, mischevous, eye for an eye

Infamous and reppin this, who wanna fuck with this guy

Know we all talk live, and I'm certified wild

A Queens professional, niggas check the profile

6 foot, 210, won't hesitate to get down

My desert spit round, quicker than shell hit ground

Need some help down, play ground, this shit ain't a game

Try to maintain, spittin bars, outta the flames

And you know I do my things, stay one with the heat

On point, with my hood, keep my ear to the streets

And all these bitches love me, don't give a fuck about beef

Ounce of reefer for the weak, lay back on the seat

What you see is what you get, don't talk, represent

Never play bent, stay on my toes and make sense

Niggas no name like Prince, and claimin they run shit

J-Mel, done shit to get ya throat to wrist

We creep, when we roll thru the streets, we creep

When we walk around with heat, we creep

Smash box in the jeep, we creep x2

When we fuckin wit a freak, we creep

Yo, I stay to myself, conscience everyday with my health

Since it's not a game, eyeballers play for the wealth

Kids get they ass whipped, when I'm unlacin my belt

You must respect my rhymes, cuz I say what I fealt

Master my words, like when I'm lightin passin the herb

Crashin you herb, 5 Mic put my fashion desert

Clarks & King, it's a prejudice Bacardi thing

Recognize you a rat, when ya start to sing

Snitchin on hustlers, they flappin they lips on the brother

They not even worth hittin God, we spit on them suckas

Buggin my nerve, blame it on the drugs without slurp

My slang not gay, niggas can't fuck with my word

My poetry silk, defeat who's suppose to be ill

Vocals be real, I pulled ya card and told you the deal

But now it's R.A.H. Diggler, the pussy tickler

The one shot surrender, flip twist the bender

The king of this "creep" shit, it be no secret

Cuz me fluss and J-Mel fluss mill's frequent

And spend it but stay bent with a clip

For these loose lips who sink ships and wanna talk shit

These niggas kill me, ya cats better feel me

Those stupid ass ways, get three holes like some looseleaf

You want beef? It's useless, clip be nine ruthless

I kill slow like lugers, head on project roofes

I be the newest with the same cat that do this

The same nigga that told it the lugers and hit ya troopers

And jetted in the Suzus, niggas you wanna do who?

I clap two-two's since '82, then hit ya tissues

You talk about that crack, But I been sellin that

Since the days of wayback, I flip the stack and got my dough back

Warrants down in VA, clackin dough but one day

We slave for the pay, that's how we do it baby

That's how I creep

We creep, when we roll thru the streets, we creep

When we walk around with heat, we creep

Smash box in the jeep, we creep x4