1.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
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
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
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 nervethis 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.
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