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"Creep City"
[feat. Sheek Louch]


[Verse 1:]
I'm a G about mine, while most holdin' the 9s
Niggas crossin' the line, I'm a leave it right in their spine
I regulate on these herbs, I'm sick in it with the words
I pitch on these curbs, I'm Iron Mike with the birds
Hold up! Not enough manical, golden cross, Sabathical
Black hoodie, black pimp, here we're nukin' 'em radical
Fuck around with them boys, I'm sittin' low with them toys
Diamonds on my wrist piece, fifty somethin' in royalties
Silver back of the rat and front in back of the trap
And front and back of the trap, forever clappin' the Mac
I done seen niggas get shot, I'dda bagged up in the spot
I don't ran when it got hot, I don't slept on that cock
Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do
You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you
Get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two. Let's go!

[Hook:]
I'd rather be a have than a have not
There's a lot of shit that I'd rather not have
Drama, being a nigga that the shot blast
Hustlin', bein' a nigga that the cops pass
Smokin', sayn to myself this will not last
Lookin' at the bottle with pills, drop the pop half
I put a bullet in yo body, in the top half
You's a funny ass nigga, I did not laugh

[Verse 2:]
Blood shed, tears fall, fuck the hero is the villain that we cheer for
Family money and weed the things that I care for
And it hauls the war, that I'm prepared for
Cold heart, black soul, I ain't got to be drunk to whyle and let the gat go
Lirically, I'm on a whole 'nother plat, so
Talkin' to the holy ghost, but we ain't in the chapel

[Hook:]
(Imagine what I'm bout to do)
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
(You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do
(Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do)
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do

[Verse 3:]
Niggas land and the hammer's off
Givin' cocaine out like Santa Claus
The fan I'm playn, Diana Ross
From my hood, where niggas tell you to handle yours
You don't wanna be the one that they light the candle for
Hit 'em in the face, broad daylight, Channel 4
Go scientifical, think it as not typical
Hold then a nickle, play to killin' is not difficult
Gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do
We from D Block, I'll lay a nigga out for you
I'm wolf, saw some what the Alfa do
Cut guts out, even chop a scalp or two

[Hook:]
(Imagine what I'm bout to do)
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
(You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do
(Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do)
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do

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