Creep Lyrics - Digi Snacks - Rza

Creep, creep, creep 

Catch them while theyre sleep 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet 

These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar to 

Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral 

Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' 

Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas callin 

Even if you ain't street then we creepin', it ain't no secret 

Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya 

Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi 

Crisis the sharpshooter, I'ma lay 'em down gently 

One shot, guns pop in the streets of Camelot 

That's why some keep they shit off safety 

Others keep they hammers cocked 

Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole 

And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul 

Creep, creep, creep 

Catch them while theyre sleep 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet 

Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day 

Till I learn to do the hustle every which and every way 

The Compton niggas hit the Chevy with the K 

And the candy apple tray she gets heavy in L.A. 

When Track died, Mack cried 

Once we start banging again then he did a back slide 

I was in tune with the sun, star, moon 

Eddie shot up thirty niggas in the bar over June 

The city's full of Crips 

AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips, Long Beach 

Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips 

If any, not many, academic scholarships 

Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission 

With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton 

Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription 

Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions 

Truly I'm the one the West is really missing 

Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence 

The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions 

Don't listen and I Jimmy off your head like a henchman 

Creep, creep, creep 

Catch them while theyre sleep 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet 

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze 

Make them Swiss cheese 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet 

You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out 

Make a wish boy, blow your brains out 

Watch me step out the cribby with the heavy chain out 

Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out 

In a big body truck my hair knotty as a fuck 

Shotty tucked under the seat plus a hottie in the truck 

Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business 

All you suckas get the scissors 

You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland 

I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman 

Bobby, covered in ice like it's Frosty the Snowman 

You suckas is useless like old New York tokens 

Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed 

You ain't worth the weight of a grain from a poppy seed 

Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure 

MC's tremble when they hear the name of us 

Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys 

The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee 

No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me 

King Tech scratch the beat like he caught poison ivy 

Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy 

Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me 

Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow 

Rugged Monk kill a track at any tempo 

It's simple, we usually take all niggas garments 

Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment 

It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down 

Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound 

Creep, creep, creep 

Catch them while theyre sleep 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet 

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze 

Make them Swiss cheese 

Empty every shell from your clip 

Knock them off their feet