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Bone Thugs-n-harmony Creepin' On Ah Come Up Creepin On Ah Come Up Devilish eazy-e voice Right about now, thugs~n~harmony is on a come up, so to all you bustas out there, beware. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Krayzie Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit. fresh out the pen, and i'm low on ends, fuck c I tried to stay thug. got flowin' skills, but nigga, they bitches, now i just can't buy my bud. with my steel, grabbed the 44 mag' plus a sack, and i snag my leather rag. can't reveal when i gli Th the moneybag, ride to the hide', count my flags. i be livin' on the darkside, and i can't escape, some say it's a phase. if it is, only way i'm gonna survive is if i play with my gauge. it's D. put your face to pave. if you try to play brave, you'll get slayed. pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe. i snatched the clerk up by her neck, put th In her mouth and said, "bitch, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit." "and pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell. ; trail to the back with the money in the sack, l Ocked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. well, tickets i'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and i break fast. get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as i flip through my cash. at last, n Made good, and i got away smooth. now, i'm straight. covered my tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool. i gotta get mine, and if you stall, then i'm gunnin'. just wo Ur job, get paid. i'll rob ya. see, a nigga creep on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Layzie See, i'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down, steady thinkin' about how to get paid. gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder that'll get a nigga locked the cage. lay my head Ed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause. what can i do me for? need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick, like robbin' a jewelry store. select which one will i raid. got be head Owntown, 'cause tonight's the night. dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face so a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight. stole two cars, and i parked one north, parked one east for the smo Witch. when a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a nigga don't dwell in the same shit? climb to the roof, and i'm peepin' out the scene, and there's no one i can spot. so i get my ass dow Lked around to the window, and i broke the bitch out with a rock. now i jump my ass in. start to fillin' up the bag, and a nigga comin' up on these diamonds. grabbed a couple herring bones, and Rings, and some ropes, still Thinkin' how them diamonds was shining. went to the cash register, broke the bitch open, grabbed all the money they had. and a nigga gettin' goin' gone to bone, yeah, got to let my niggas check Y bag. and i got away smooth, 'cause i had the shit planned, and ain't no bullshit get brung up. that's what i gotta do if i wanna get paid, 'cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Downin' jamacian spliffs, little nigga ripsta on this lick and bang bang. nigga that's the clique on my brain. yet another victim, insane. feel the murderous nerve¡ºthis twelve shot pump, and i Bigger gat to back me. peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis. creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this. nigga must've been meant to be jacke Ause here comes me hostage. up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble. push any alarms, and i drop them bombs on moms. it's just that simple. i took my ganjas and 'em. don't gimme no hassle, bitch! 'cause i've been scopin' for weeks, and i know y'all got some shit. clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'. ladies and babies scream onto Loor. "shut up and listen!" it's a jack move, fools. give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'? "blood Ot, get up! you dead!": what one of them ni Ggas said. buckshot up into them dreads, and i love when i hear them pump red. one that callin' me bluff, i stuffed him with the quickness. see, made out with a smooth thirty g's. so all bodies Bleed, i need no witness. so with-a-me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug. rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the bone to give up love to me thugs. 'cause i done made it clean as fuc D i flees the scene with a buck buck, 'cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*8] |
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