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bone thugs n harmony – creepin on ah come up lyrics

thugs-n-harmony
so to all you bustas out there, beware
stalkin’ (gat fools), walkin’ jack moves
[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-tch, gimme your sh-t
fresh out the pen, and i’m low on ends, f-ck calm, i tried to stay thug
got flowin’ skills, but n-gg-s, they b-tches, now i just can’t buy my bud
with my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
and i snag my leather rag, can’t reveal when i glide with 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 a raid. put your face to pave
if you try to play brave, you’ll get slayed
pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you’ll be safe
i sn-tched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
“b-tch, you better move quick back to the safe
if you wanna be killed try some stupid sh-t
and pushin’ that panic switch will get you nowhere but h-ll
trail to the back with the money in the sack
locked ’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-gg- made good, and i got away smooth
now, i’m straight. covered my tracks
only description is that n-gg- with that leather face, fool
i gotta get mine, and if you stall, then i’m gunnin’
just work your job, get paid. i’ll rob ya
see, a n-gg- creep on a come up
stalkin’ (gat fools), walkin’ jack moves
[layzie]
see, i’m sittin’ in my room, and a n-gg- feelin’ down
steady thinkin’ ’bout how to get paid
gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin’ out murder
that’ll get a n-gg- locked the cage
lay my head to bed, start to thinkin’ hard, money is the cause
what can i do me for? need to hit a lick, not a bullsh-t
but a real lick, like robbin’ a jewelery store
select which one will i raid. got be headin’ downtown
cause tonight’s the night
dressed in my black, wearin’ makeup on my face
so a n-gg- can’t be seen in the spotlight
stole two cars, and i parked one north
parked one east for the smooth switch
when a n-gg- bail, how the f-ck he gonna tell if a
n-gg- don’t dwell in the same sh-t?
climb to the roof, and i’m peepin’ out the scene
and there’s no one i can spot, so i get my -ss down
looked around through the window, and i broke the b-tch out with a rock
now i jump my -ss in. start to fillin’ up the bag
and a n-gg- comin’ up on these diamonds
grabbed a couple herring bones,
and some (brooches), still thinkin’ how them diamonds was shining
went to the cash register, broke the b-tch open
grabbed all the money they had
and a n-gg- gettin’ goin’ gone to bone, yeah
got to let my n-gg-s check out my bag
and i got away smooth, cause i had the sh-t planned
and ain’t no bullsh-t get brung up
that’s what i gotta do if i wanna get paid
cause a n-gg- be creepin’ on a come up
stalkin’ (gat fools), walkin’ jack moves
[bizzy]
downin’ jamacian spliffs
, little n-gg- ripsta on this lick and bang bang
n-gg- that’s the click on my brain,? another victim insane
feel the murderous nerve
this twelve shot pump, and i gotta 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 c-ck this
n-gg- must’ve been meant to be jacked, cause here comes me hostage
up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble
push any alarms, and i drop them bombs on moms
it’s just that simple. i took my ganjas and fried ’em
don’t gimme no h-ssle, b-tch, cause i’ve been scopin’ for weeks
and i know y’all got some sh-t
clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin’
ladies and babies scream onto the floor
(“shut up and listen!”) it’s a jack move, fools
give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese
and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin’, cause b-tches are dyin’?
blood clot, here to be dead what one of them n-gg-s said
buckshots up into them dreads, and i love when i hear them pump red
one that callin’ me bluff, i stuffed him with the quickness
he made out with a smooth thirty g’s
so all bodies must 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 my thugs
cause i done made it clean as f-ck, and i flees the scene with a buck buck
cause a n-gg- be creepin’ on a come up
stalkin’ gat fools, walkin’ jack moves

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