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Viewing Lyrics for Creepin On Ah Come Up:
| | | Artist: | Bone Thugs N Harmony |
| | Album: | Creepinc120 On Ah Come Up | | Track: | Creepin On Ah Come Up | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 2 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 calm, 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 glide with 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 a raid. 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 the gun 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, nigga 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 work your 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 to bed, 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 headin' downtown, '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 smooth switch. 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 down, walked 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 some 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 out my 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 nervethis twelve shot pump, and I gotta 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 jacked, 'cause 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 fried '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 the floor. "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'n clot, 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 must 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 fuck, and 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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