Royal Flush - Creep lyrics

Intro: Y'all and all better get right That this time, while the time is good Cuz they might not be no next time Just creep, just creep Just creep, just creep [Royal Flush] Yea my life is like a horror flick But this movie guns and bricks, with tons of chicks Ice on my neck and wrist And run with a click, keep my two guns on my hip And swingin' I spit, fighting was the '85 sh** Rims on my whip, Dreamcastin' ahead of my sh** b**hes know I'm rich Look at they husbands and wanna switch Follow my dick, tell they kids "Daddy ain't sh**" Cut ya finger off and mail it back like Mark did to Rich I body a snitch, Bumpy Johnson of this crack sh** Feds couldn't tap this, Vietnam couldn't match this It's murder, even when I f** I hold a burner Now think about, when I'm out of town a bodies heard of I'm a grown man, I ain't mad you don't understand I produce fire, ever since 12 started riot Gold Ferrali tires, bandana bike riders No slugs and outsiders, jail cell for the lifers And ask ya dumb n***as a question Who's the nicest? Chorus: Royal Flush We creep, when we roll thru the streets, we creep When we walk around with heat, we creep Smash box in the jeep, we creep [J-Mel] Let's keep the air tight, pluggin these mics, it's rhyme fight Me and my fam A-Alike like to clap on sight Devious, mischevous, eye for an eye Infamous and reppin this, who wanna f** with this guy Know we all talk live, and I'm certified wild A Queens professional, n***as check the profile 6 foot, 210, won't hesitate to get down My desert spit round, quicker than shell hit ground Need some help down, play ground, this sh** ain't a game Try to maintain, spittin bars, outta the flames And you know I do my things, stay one with the heat On point, with my hood, keep my ear to the streets And all these b**hes love me, don't give a f** about beef Ounce of reefer for the weak, lay back on the seat What you see is what you get, don't talk, represent Never play bent, stay on my toes and make sense n***as no name like Prince, and claimin they run sh** J-Mel, done sh** to get ya throat to wrist Chorus 2X [last line added: When we f**in wit a freak, we creep] [151-Ron Bacardi] Yo, I stay to myself, conscience everyday with my health Since it's not a game, eyeballers play for the wealth Kids get they a** whipped, when I'm unlacin my belt You must respect my rhymes, cuz I say what I fealt Master my words, like when I'm lightin pa**in the herb Crashin you herb, 5 Mic put my fashion desert Clarks & King, it's a prejudice Bacardi thing Recognize you a rat, when ya start to sing Snitchin on hustlers, they flappin they lips on the brother They not even worth hittin God, we spit on them s**as Buggin my nerve, blame it on the d** without slurp My slang not gay, n***as can't f** with my word My poetry silk, defeat who's suppose to be ill Vocals be real, I pulled ya card and told you the deal [Rah Bump] But now it's R.A.H. Diggler, the p**y tickler The one shot surrender, flip twist the bender The king of this "creep" sh**, it be no secret Cuz me fluss and J-Mel fluss mill's frequent And spend it but stay bent with a clip For these loose lips who sink ships and wanna talk sh** These n***as k** me, ya cats better feel me Those stupid a** ways, get three holes like some looseleaf You want beef? It's useless, clip be nine ruthless I k** slow like lugers, head on project roofes I be the newest with the same cat that do this The same n***a that told it the lugers and hit ya troopers And jetted in the Suzus, n***as you wanna do who? I clap two-two's since '82, then hit ya tissues You talk about that crack, But I been sellin that Since the days of wayback, I flip the stack and got my dough back Warrants down in VA, clackin dough but one day We slave for the pay, that's how we do it baby That's how I creep Chorus 4X