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Krayzie Bone

"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
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*ggas, 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 snatched 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 hell"
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*gga made good, and I got away smooth
Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
Only description is that n*gga 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*gga creep on a come up

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Layzie]
See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a n*gga feelin' down
Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid
Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
That'll get a n*gga 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*gga 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*gga bail, how the f*ck he gonna tell if a
n*gga 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 ass down
Looked around through the window, and I broke the b*tch out with a rock
Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag
And a n*gga 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 b*tch open
Grabbed all the money they had
And a n*gga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
Got to let my n*ggas 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*gga be creepin' on a come up

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Bizzy]
Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little n*gga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang
n*gga 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*gga 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 conscience and fried 'em
Don't gimme no hassle, 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*ggas 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*gga be creepin' on a come up

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

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