Styles P - Creep City lyrics

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Styles P - Creep City lyrics

(feat. Sheek Louch) [Verse 1:] I'm a G about mine, while most holdin' the 9s n***as 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 f** 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 n***as get shot, I'dda bagged up in the spot I don't ran when it got hot, I don't slept on that co*k Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a b**h, name a hood that will vouch for you Get popped up, find yo a** chopped in two. Let's go! [Hook:] I'd rather be a have than a have not There's a lot of sh** that I'd rather not have Drama, being a n***a that the shot blast Hustlin', bein' a n***a that the cops pa** 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 a** n***a, I did not laugh [Verse 2:] Blood shed, tears fall, f** 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 b**h, name a hood that will vouch for you) (You get popped up, find yo a** chopped in two) We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do (Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do) (You a b**h, name a hood that will vouch for you) We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do [Verse 3:] n***as land and the hammer's off Givin' c**aine out like Santa Claus The fan I'm playn, Diana Ross From my hood, where n***as 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 k**in' is not difficult Gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do We from D Block, I'll lay a n***a 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 b**h, name a hood that will vouch for you) (You get popped up, find yo a** chopped in two) We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do (Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do) (You a b**h, name a hood that will vouch for you) We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do