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C.R.E.E.P.S. - текст песни



C.R.E.E.P.S.


[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

To all those C.R.E.E.P.S. out there

Crime Regulators Eating Everday Pulling Stings

C.R.E.E.P.S...., they be out there lurking

Watching... real low key, though

Watching niggaz get that dough

Just waiting, patient... gon' make your move soon

I said "Make it, don't fake it" knawImean?

Better watch yourself.. yo...



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

If you making money off, you better hold your heat

(Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S)

If you icey with the jewelry and the gold teeth

(Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S)

If you wheeling through the hood, and you overheat

(Don't go to sleep, there go them C.R.E.E.P.S)

In the streets, they king

And mean Crime Regulators Eating Everyday Pulling Stings



[Inspectah Deck:]

Get low sneaks, throws in the street

Still grinding, same clothes on the whole week

Play low key, lurking through these cold streets

Stay smoking, ain't never got no weed

At the dice game, watching the bank

If it's money, then they plotting to shank, like Saw

You saw it coming, but couldn't stop it with tanks

Caught your pockets, the watch and the link, no lifers

Thrown through the fire, ain't scared of jail

Might run through your stash while you making a sale

Creeping in the gray BM, then hit you and your lady friend

For all your savings at the ATM

See them C.R.E.E.P.S. got nothing to lose

They take they ass kicking, get snuffed & bruised

Get shot, seen and certainly do 'em

Unplug the IV, and bounce out the emergency room

Still hurt from the wound, to him it's a thrill

He bout to, do it again like Sidney and Bill

He bout to, hit up the crib, for some ecstacy pills

Shot the fiend, cuz he ran to the jiggy and squealed

You can find him where the drugs be at, where it's lovely at

With the window cracked, scoping with the rusty gat

Or at the check cash', focus at your money stack

Or at the bar, where them ballers pop they bubbly at



[Chorus]



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