50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Creep lyrics

That's that creep
Creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here baby
Shining like that, yeah

It's crazy on this side, come through
Gun through oh, ya man live out here?
Don't go and get comfortable
Don't know what he told you
Ain't sweet around here
And I don't care what he told you
Ain't sweet around here
See you riding that Infinity
Now that's not fair
What's that, a 2006? Okay
Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day
You comin' through the hood
Straight dangling state, yeah
We takin' medium rare, grilled debatin us
Lettin' that slide's not up for debate
Oh you met, you a local guess what she bait
She don't know right now but
Trust me the bitch bait
I won't get all in the business
Cause shorty is mad cool
My man was diggin' at and
She a lil' bit national
First time we catch you
Comin' out the building, we snatchin' you
And takin' what's yours
First thing we ask you is

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin' like the
Player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie
Get caught around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches
Shit happen around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got somethin' to
Live for around here

You ask me, all these rappers is bums
Hav showed me the flow and I ran with it
Thun i mean really
Y'all got to be the most worst
Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse
We emerge on the scene, everything seems
Stop, watch is very bling bling
Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so
But once we get in the air, that's a wrap
Bro
Our songs good to go straight to the radio
Flex, easy on the bomb
Let these niggas hear to flow
We America's most dangerous to have fans
New York, New York, we the kings of the dam
We party too much and smoke too much grass
And we never see the bright side
We only see the bad
Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead
And I won't let 'em get
Me how they got them

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin' like the
Player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie
Get caught around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches
Shit happen around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got somethin' to
Live for around here

Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that
Shoot the steel cadillac Coupe DeVille
Wood grain on the wheel
Cocaine in the pot, baking soda, water hot
When the ice cubes drop, look at that
That's crack
Bag that, nigga stack, black hoodie
Fitted hat grimy nigga with a gat screamin'
"Where the money at?"
My hood Southside, riders ride, that's right
Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know
Shit it ain't about the dough
I ain't really with it yo
Camouflage on the low
Ridin' round with the heat
I ain't say wassup to you
Nigga you don't know me
I'm on the grind all the time
Heavy shine and a nine
Clip filled 'til the tip
Stunt I get on some shit
Different day, different bitch, old hooptie
New kicks
Oldsmobile, fuck that, no rims, hubcaps
Keep my eyes open for them
Niggas I done bucked at

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin' like the
Player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie
Get caught around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches
Shit happen around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got somethin' to
Live for around here