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sir mike g - project creepa lyrics

[unfinished lyrics]

[intro]
lil’ sixx in the house..
9-6 b-tch..

sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!

[sir mike g]
i’m the n-gga that you love to hate
finna catch me a murder case
whip that nine to yo dome
p-ss me the herringbone
straight from da underground
with that thunderin’ bumpin’ sound
bumpin’ on your stereo
bustaz don’t hear me though
b-tch, you better ask somebody
sir mike g is yo big daddy
born on savage street
north memphis, tennessee
hustlin’, stealin’, and robbin’, and mobbin’
you know i’m livin’ dangerously
later on that day, i k!ll at the shoppin’ center
first of the month, rob them hoes before they pay they rents
a real -ss n-gga from a ghetto -ss neighborhood
hurst village, quickly you know i’m gonna claim my hood
when i start comin’ up
makin’ hundred mega bucks
12 gauge to they chest, if they try to test my nutz
f-ckin’ with this pimpery
force me to use artillery
scoopin’ all you hatin’ hoes
make you bustaz drop the dough
suckaz don’t know how i put the cd[?] deepah
bustaz don’t you know, i’m the project creepa..

straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll
bustaz don’t you know, i’m the project creepa!
straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll
sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!
project creepa!
straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll
sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!
project creepa!

[sir mike g]
cravin’ for that quarter sack
before i have a heart attack
project creepa, creepin’ off yo clothesline
folks runnin’ after me, i tell them two yo sh-t is mine
if they try to test me, trick
drop and get yo wig split
halo tips from 6 tah dawn[?], i know you pigs can’t deal with this
mother f-ck the murder rate
food stamps, i even take
vcr videotapes, dollarsigns to increase my pay
n-ggas robbin’, stealin’, k!llin’
murder eachother black on black
so i grab my mask, stang them -sses to crackerjacks
them pigs can not phase me
doctors say i’m crazy
kickin’ in this b-tches door, i k!ll ya to amaze me [?]
9-chrome glock aimed at yo m-th-f-ckin’ dome
this is a robbery, take me to yo steadstone
project [?..]
suckaz that be [?..]
nine works like a switch
overflow these bodies in a ditch
n-ggas rollin’ clean
comin’ mean on a preacha
[?].. time[?] before you lemmas, i’ma getcha..

straight from…
straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll
sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!
project creepa!
straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll
sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!
project creepa!

[sir mike g]
known as a murdera
watch these sins get dirtier
put you in a sleepa, m-ss f-ckin’ murdera
left you 6 feett deepah[?]
a mother f-ckin’, sychopathic, hard-head lunatic
the police don’t know what to do with this
mistah sir mike g, with the shotgun to ya head
if you try to cooperate, i might see ya to the man
no i’m not no pranksta
i’ma real o.g. gangsta
that’s down to be..[?] straight to ya head, g
hoe ya betta gimi sum, ‘fore i leave yo body numb
loked up, like blah, baby, droppin’ these f-ckin’ test[?] slugs
bullet rush to yo dome, dunk yo -ss, bite the dust
wanted from a murda, and i’m runnin’ from the crooked law
a b-tch tried to snitch, so i broke a motherf-cking jaw
buckshots close to ’em, and they runnin’ to the preacha
no one can hide from da project creepa…

sir mike ‘motherf-ckin’ g!
straight from da projects, that n-gga k!ll..

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