Late Night Creepin' Lyrics - Big Ed

Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped 

Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps 

Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with 

Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic 

With the giggety giggety nine 

Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine 

Break you off something proper bitch 

Ask me where I'm from the manor central Southside of the Rich 

Worry niggas can't stand me 

'Cause I'm known on the turf for serving 

Them fiends that fucking killa candy 

Break 'em off as I creep slow 

But if you run up on the P 

Yeah you know you get your ass smoked 

12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping 

On my way to the Northside late night creeping 

Late night creeping 

(Creeping) 

Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing 

The dope fiends be begging me for crack 

Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats 

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang 

A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang 

Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock 

Arrive at your house smoke a Sherm than a nigga laugh 

Play a game called show and tell 

And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel 

'Cause slipping is a no no 

And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo 

I'll leave a bitch dead and broke 

Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe 

So with my nine I be sleeping 

Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping 

Late night creeping 

(Creeping) 

Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing 

The dope fiends be begging me for crack 

Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats 

I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks 

I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch 

I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats 

A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack 

I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb 

A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves 

I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal 

You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal 

I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball 

And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall 

So make your fucking death wish 

And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch 

I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke 

So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe 

And you know the Rich is known for busting caps 

Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map 

Yeah, back at that ass once again there 

It's your nigga Lil Ric, creepin' through the windows 

Getting him for whatever I can get 

Now it's time for my niggas to ride and let this shit fuckin' clear 

Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P 

P has got his tech I got my nine next to me 

'Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops 

But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox 

Or run up ya like Emmit 

Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage 

Because a nigga's like loced 

Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked 

I ain't no joker G 'cause I'm TRU 

And everybody in my crew a TRU g too 

I thought you knew motherfucker 

I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter 

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat 

P, I'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back 

I'm a show you why they sleeping 

'Cause it's me and P and we late night creeping 

Late night creeping 

(Creeping) 

Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing 

The dope fiends be begging me for crack 

Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats