Mobb Deep - Creep lyrics

That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the b**h bait I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is f** brought ya a** around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy f** brought ya a** around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Comin' through for these b**hes, sh** happen around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Like n***as got something' to live for around here You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap sh** I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling n***a wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these n***as hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much gra** And we never see the bright side we only see the bad f** all that, it's a lot of n***as dead And I won't let ?em get me how they got them f** brought ya a** around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy f** brought ya a** around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Comin' through for these b**hes, sh** happen around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Like n***as got something' to live for around here Yeah, co*k that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack Bag that n***a stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy n***a with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?" My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know sh** it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wa**up to you, n***a you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some sh** Different day, different b**h, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile f** that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them n***as that dun buck that f** brought ya a** around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy f** brought ya a** around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Comin' through for these b**hes, sh** happen around here, yeah f** brought ya a** around here Like n***as got something' to live for around here