niggaz won't creep these streets with me
cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be
make you wanna. then i'm gonna. cause i gotta. pop pop
i look through the 11th floor window
take one last puff of the indo
wipe the sweat off my face so i can leave safe
never even thought of runnin
smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real
they make a deal? i'm comin with the steel
it's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you
get rid of all the clothes dump the gun
i hate to be the type of nigga to leave you
but i'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be
left with a head full of lead
and that twenty g's a fee
the only excuse i have for what i do is
i can catch you in the very building that you live in
wait until you get right at your door then start spittin
now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
you ain't die at the top of the steps
i can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home
you turn around and i put one in your dome
last thing you saw was chrome and a
i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode
tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes
and a small piece of your nose and
which they really couldn't tell apart
with some fuckin chickenwire
soon as you hit the backstreet
i jump up like jack-in-the-box
strangle the shit out yo' ass
i could be the ups delivery boy or the man
workin at toys'r'us handin yo' kid a brand new toy
i could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at
or that nigga on the corner that you ask