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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Creepin On Ah Come Up

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Текст песни Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up

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* send corrections to the typistRight about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come upSo to all you bustas out there, bewareStalkin` (gat fools), walkin` jack moves[Krayzie]Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin` a bank to get richAin`t ate in days so it ain`t no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shitFresh out the pen, and I`m low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thugGot flowin` skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can`t buy my budWith my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sackAnd I snag my leather rag, can`t reveal when I glide with the moneybagride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin` on the darksideAnd I can`t escape, some say it`s a phaseIf it is, only way I`m gonna survive is if I play with my gaugeIt`s a raid. Put your face to paveIf you try to play brave, you`ll get slayedPull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you`ll be safeI snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safeif you wanna be killed try some stupid shitAnd pushin` that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell" Trail to the back with the money in the sackLocked `em all in the vault, time to bailWell, tickets I`m out the doorhopped in the smug, and I break fastGet to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc`d out as I flip through my cashAt last, nigga made good, and I got away smoothNow, I`m straight. Covered my tracksOnly description is that nigga with that leather face, foolI gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I`m gunnin`Just work your job, get paid. I`ll rob yaSee, a nigga creep on a come upStalkin` (gat fools), walkin` jack moves.[Layzie]See, I`m sittin` in my room, and a nigga feelin` downsteady thinkin` `bout how to get paidGotta gauge at my waist that be spellin` out murderThat`ll get a nigga locked the cageLay my head to bed, start to thinkin` hard, money is the causeWhat can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshitBut a real lick, like robbin` a jewelery storeSelect which one will I raid. Got be headin` downtown`cause tonight`s the nightDressed in my black, wearin` makeup on my face so a nigga can`t be seen in the spotlightStole two cars, and I parked one northParked one east for the smooth switchWhen a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a nigga don`t dwell in the same shit? Climb to the roof, and I`m peepin` out the sceneAnd there`s no one I can spot, so I get my ass downLooked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a roclNow I jump my ass in. Start to fillin` up the bagAnd a nigga comin` up on these diamondsGrabbed a couple herring bones, and some ringsAnd some (brooches), still thinkin` how them diamonds was shiningWent to the cash register, broke the bitch openGrabbed all the money they hadAnd a nigga gettin` goin` gone to Bone, yeahGot to let my niggas check out my bagAnd I got away smooth, `cause I had the shit plannedAnd ain`t no bullshit get brung upThat`s what I gotta do if I wanna get paid`cause a nigga be creepin` on a come upStalkin` (gat fools), walkin` jack moves[Bizzy]Downin` Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bangNigga that`s the click on my brain, ? another victim insaneFeel the murderous nervethis twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back mePeelin` in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakisCreepin` in my smug, so reapin`, peek into the window, let me cock thisNigga must`ve been meant to be jacked, `cause here comes me hostageUp outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremblePush any alarms, and I drop them bombs on momsIt`s just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried `emDon`t gimme no hassle, bitch, `cause I`ve been scopin` for weeksand I know y`all got some shitClack 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, foolsGive me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheeseand answer me: why and you hoes is cryin`, `cause bitches are dyin`? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas saidBuckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump redOne that callin` me bluff, I stuffed him with the quicknessHe made out with a smooth thirty G`s So all bodies must bleed, I need no witnessSo with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up

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