Master P, Lil Ric, Big Ed - Late Night Creepin' lyrics

Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case
We had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch
Who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the Glock to your dome and
Your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor
Central soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
Yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the
Northside late night creeping



Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me
With they baseball bats

Red and to the blue will be
The giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope
But the P I don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark
On a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a
Sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell
Her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so
Long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a ho
I ain't no motherfucking got damn
Captain save a ho
So with my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you
Catch me late night creeping

Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me
With they baseball bats

I can't sleep at night my
Mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying
To kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and
Bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt
You like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood
Write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal
Your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in
The Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding
Without your straps ho
And you know the Rich is
Known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the
Rich on the giggety map

Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Lil Ric
Creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now it's time for my niggas to ride
And let this shit fuckin clear

Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in
The Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more
Scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like Emmitt
Hitting like Bonds cause I have
A nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced run on up
I'll call ya hickory because
Your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave
Ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat tat tat rat tat
Tat rat tat tat tat
P, I'm gone put this fucking
Nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause it's me and P and
We late night creeping

Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me
With they baseball bats