| We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl, crawl
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| Crawl, ballin’on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the game
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| And we connectin’the plots, and we connectin’the plots
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| (WC)
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| Move back homie as I pump my Chevy up Mash and hit the gas
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| Fly my bandana up outta the window
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| And left her ass on the smash
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| Maniac mission, dippin', sqrew-job ??? |
| you’re bangin’for mine
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| From the west to the east to the nine, nine
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| Bow down bustas ain’t no bannin’me
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| Now I’m back, and I’ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug family
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| Dub-C, C-Dub rippin', trippin', click, click
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| I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge
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| Twistin', got you bitch niggas ticked
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| And move and walk up outta the kitchen
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| Conect-gang and Mo Thugs, some real nigga collision
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| Rollin''til the wheels fall off pullin’my penis
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| Throwin’up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers
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| Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal ??? |
| bread
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| Y’all niggas don’t want no parts of the ghetto heisman
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| With them thangs in the dash
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| Nigga, we bang for the cash
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| Steadily aimin’for that ass
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| Burnin’them thangs when I blast, nigga!
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| We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl, crawl
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| Crawl, ballin’on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the game
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| And we connectin’the plots, and we connectin’the plots
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| (L-Burna)
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| You see the connection when I be flexin'
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| Nigga, better move in the other direction
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| Choose your weapon and make a selection
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| Cause nigga we runnin’you outta your section
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| Ain’t no question who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C
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| Nigga, we ride with the gangsta gangsta
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| Niggas, Cube and Eazy-E, E Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky
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| Puttin’it down 'til the day I die
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| You know I take a eye for a eye
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| Smokin’a lot to keep my mind steady
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| You niggas ain’t ready for what I be bringin'
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| And ain’t none of my crimes petty
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| So nigga don’t test me On the westsides I rides in a lo-lo dippin’them corners
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| From the double glock to Watts
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| This shit don’t stop in Killafornia
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| Nigga I’m a world wide baller call me the international thug
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| Makin’it happen, so nigga now what?
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| Nigga, you know it’s nothin’but love
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| But this game that we play in it’s money, murder and mayhem
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| We got rules and we gotta obey them
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| Got dues and we gots to pay them
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| Say them niggas up the block disrespectin’your spot
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| Hit 'em up with a Tech and glock
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| Cause nigga we connectin’the plots
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| We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl, crawl
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| Crawl, ballin’on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the game
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| And we connectin’the plots, and we connectin’the plots
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| (WC)
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| Callin’on them bangers, I’m gonna creep through all you haters
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| No matter what your thinkin'
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| Me and Layzie runnin’the game and off the chain, and swangin'
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| I come ready to blast
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| Clickin’my pumps smackin’New Jack’s ass
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| There’s no crystile just to toss canibal be legit to brain
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| And, I’s jaded, the most hated
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| I can’t be faded
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| Dub-C and Layzie Bone, the greatest niggas y’all
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| Layzie:
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| Burna and Dub, you see
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| Ain’t none of you fake niggas gon’trouble me You catch me in this century
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| Gettin’blueback off that bubbly
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| We them street mothafuckas who got some big mothafuckas
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| Playin’for keeps mothafuckas
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| Bringin’the heat to you mothafuckas
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| Breakin’y’all team mothafuckas
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| Everytime we speak to y’all cowards
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| Wettin’you niggas down like showers competition get devoured
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| Sendin’flowers to your mama, bringin’the drama be the shit
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| Bringin’that thugsta, thugsta, thugsta, thugsta, gangsta shit
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| We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl, crawl
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| Crawl, ballin’on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the game
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| And we connectin’the plots, and we connectin’the plots
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| We aint holdin shit back
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| Thug Bu Nature
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| L-burn, Dub-C ghetto high
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| Rollin with the ghetto high
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| Y’all niggaz aint ready for this
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| We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl, crawl
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| Crawl, ballin’on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the game
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| And we connectin’the plots, and we connectin’the plots
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| Shut this niggas down
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| Everytime y’all cant fuck with big my brother Dub-C (bitch)
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| L-Burn y’all, L-Burn y’all, Thug By Nature
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| Y’all know what time it is Yeah, nigga |