Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up lyrics

Devilish eazy-e voice Right about now, thugs~n~harmony is on a come up, so to all you bustas out there, beware. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Krayzie Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, b**h, gimme your sh**. fresh out the pen, and i'm low on ends, f** c I tried to stay thug. got flowin' sk**s, but n***a, they b**hes, now i just can't buy my bud. with my steel, grabbed the 44 mag' plus a sack, and i snag my leather rag. can't reveal when i gli Th the moneybag, ride to the hide', count my flags. i be livin' on the darkside, and i can't escape, some say it's a phase. if it is, only way i'm gonna survive is if i play with my gauge. it's D. put your face to pave. if you try to play brave, you'll get slayed. pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, j**els, and you'll be safe. i snatched the clerk up by her neck, put th In her mouth and said, "b**h, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be k**ed try some stupid sh**." "and pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell. ; trail to the back with the money in the sack, l Ocked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. well, tickets i'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and i break fast. get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as i flip through my cash. at last, n Made good, and i got away smooth. now, i'm straight. covered my tracks, only description is that n***a with that leather face, fool. i gotta get mine, and if you stall, then i'm gunnin'. just wo Ur job, get paid. i'll rob ya. see, a n***a creep on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Layzie See, i'm sittin' in my room, and a n***a feelin' down, steady thinkin' about how to get paid. gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder that'll get a n***a locked the cage. lay my head Ed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause. what can i do me for? need to hit a lick, not a bullsh**, but a real lick, like robbin' a j**elry store. select which one will i raid. got be head Owntown, 'cause tonight's the night. dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face so a n***a can't be seen in the spotlight. stole two cars, and i parked one north, parked one east for the smo Witch. when a n***a bail, how the f** he gonna tell if a n***a don't dwell in the same sh**? climb to the roof, and i'm peepin' out the scene, and there's no one i can spot. so i get my a** dow Lked around to the window, and i broke the b**h out with a rock. now i jump my a** in. start to fillin' up the bag, and a n***a comin' up on these diamonds. grabbed a couple herring bones, and Rings, and some ropes, still Thinkin' how them diamonds was shining. went to the cash register, broke the b**h open, grabbed all the money they had. and a n***a gettin' goin' gone to bone, yeah, got to let my n***as check Y bag. and i got away smooth, 'cause i had the sh** planned, and ain't no bullsh** get brung up. that's what i gotta do if i wanna get paid, 'cause a n***a be creepin' on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4] Downin' jamacian spliffs, little n***a ripsta on this lick and bang bang. n***a that's the clique on my brain. yet another victim, insane. feel the murderous nerve Bigger gat to back me. peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis. creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me co*k this. n***a must've been meant to be jacke Ause here comes me hostage. up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble. push any alarms, and i drop them bombs on moms. it's just that simple. i took my ganjas and 'em. don't gimme no ha**le, b**h! 'cause i've been scopin' for weeks, and i know y'all got some sh**. clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'. ladies and babies scream onto Loor. "shut up and listen!" it's a jack move, fools. give me the j**els, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause b**hes are dyin'? "blood Ot, get up! you dead!": what one of them ni Ggas said. buckshot up into them dreads, and i love when i hear them pump red. one that callin' me bluff, i stuffed him with the quickness. see, made out with a smooth thirty g's. so all bodies Bleed, i need no witness. so with-a-me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug. rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the bone to give up love to me thugs. 'cause i done made it clean as fuc D i flees the scene with a buck buck, 'cause a n***a be creepin' on ah come up. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*8]