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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - "Creepin On Ah Come Up"
Lyrics to Creepin On Ah Come Up : Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up 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 Aint ate in days so it aint no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit Fresh out the pen, and Im low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug Got flowin skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just cant buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, cant reveal when I glide with the moneybag ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin on the darkside And I cant escape, some say its a phase If it is, only way Im gonna survive is if I play with my gauge Its a raid. Put your face to pave If you try to play brave, youll get slayed Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and youll be safe I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit And pushin that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell" Trail to the back with the money in the sack Locked em all in the vault, time to bail Well, tickets Im out the door hopped in the smug, and I break fast Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, locd out as I flip through my cash At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth Now, Im straight. Covered my tracks Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then Im gunnin Just work your job, get paid. Ill rob ya See, a nigga creep on a come up Stalkin (gat fools), walkin jack moves. [Layzie] See, Im sittin in my room, and a nigga feelin down steady thinkin bout how to get paid Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin out murder Thatll get a nigga 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 bullshit But a real lick, like robbin a jewelery store Select which one will I raid. Got be headin downtown cause tonights the night Dressed in my black, wearin makeup on my face so a nigga cant be seen in the spotlight Stole two cars, and I parked one north Parked one east for the smooth switch When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a nigga dont dwell in the same shit' Climb to the roof, and Im peepin out the scene And theres no one I can spot, so I get my ass down Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rocl Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin up the bag And a nigga comin up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings And some (brooches), still thinkin how them diamonds was shining Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open Grabbed all the money they had And a nigga gettin goin gone to Bone, yeah Got to let my niggas check out my bag And I got away smooth, cause I had the shit planned And aint no bullshit get brung up Thats what I gotta do if I wanna get paid cause a nigga be creepin on a come up Stalkin (gat fools), walkin jack moves [Bizzy] Downin Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang Nigga thats 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 cock this Nigga mustve 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 Its just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried em Dont gimme no hassle, bitch, cause Ive been scopin for weeks and I know yall got some shit Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin Ladies and babies scream onto the floor ("Shut up and listen!") Its a jack move, fools Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin, cause bitches are dyin' Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas 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 Gs 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 fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck cause a nigga be creepin on a come up. Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves [ Creepin On Ah Come Up Lyrics ]
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