RZA, Thea Van Seijen, Christbearer, Black Knights - Creep lyrics
[RZA, Thea Van Seijen, Christbearer, Black Knights - Creep lyrics]
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
These streets that we maneuver through
Ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you
Walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted
Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas
Be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't sleepin'
We creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast
That roast you when it heat ya off whiskey
Pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter
I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety
Others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire
We retiring his soul
Aiyo i woke up hungry every day
(every day, everyday)
Til I learn to do the hustle
Every which and every way
(every way, every way)
The Compton niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
In the candy apple trey
Shit gets heavy in LA (In LA)
When Twack died-Mack cried-
Bushwick start banging again
Then he did a back slide (Backslide)
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar
Over June
The city's full of Crips (full of Crips)
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips
(Long Beach)
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, academic scholarships
Pulp Fiction
Driving in your car without permission
With a video vixen
Giving me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction
Pop pills with no prescription
Stuck in the rehab
The only man with bad intentions truly
I'm the one the West is really missing
Your shit is garbo'
I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice
With a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen
And I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
You wanna feel the heat?
I pull the flame out make a wish, boy
Blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby
With the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt
You can't get the stain out
In a big body truck, my hair
Knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the seat
Plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digit's
Get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas, get the scissors
You don't work like you broke and
Keep AK's like I'm Oakland i be
Making that dough
Like the Pillsbury Doughman bobby
Covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like
Old New York tokens front on the Bobby D
Watch how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight
Of a grain, from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture
Decompose your frame structure mC's tremble
When they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies
Swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me
Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat
Like he caught poison ivy
Compton's where you can find me!
In the hood, so grimy
Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact
You can time me -READY -
Set, go, I let the, tech blow rugged Monk
Kill a track, at any tempo it's simple
We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Spot rush them busters
Blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure
Your shit is shut down creep when you sleep
And squeeze the four pound
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
These streets that we maneuver through
Ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you
Walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted
Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas
Be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't sleepin'
We creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast
That roast you when it heat ya off whiskey
Pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter
I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety
Others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire
We retiring his soul
Aiyo i woke up hungry every day
(every day, everyday)
Til I learn to do the hustle
Every which and every way
(every way, every way)
The Compton niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
In the candy apple trey
Shit gets heavy in LA (In LA)
When Twack died-Mack cried-
Bushwick start banging again
Then he did a back slide (Backslide)
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar
Over June
The city's full of Crips (full of Crips)
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips
(Long Beach)
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, academic scholarships
Pulp Fiction
Driving in your car without permission
With a video vixen
Giving me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction
Pop pills with no prescription
Stuck in the rehab
The only man with bad intentions truly
I'm the one the West is really missing
Your shit is garbo'
I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice
With a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen
And I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
You wanna feel the heat?
I pull the flame out make a wish, boy
Blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby
With the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt
You can't get the stain out
In a big body truck, my hair
Knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the seat
Plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digit's
Get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas, get the scissors
You don't work like you broke and
Keep AK's like I'm Oakland i be
Making that dough
Like the Pillsbury Doughman bobby
Covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like
Old New York tokens front on the Bobby D
Watch how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight
Of a grain, from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture
Decompose your frame structure mC's tremble
When they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies
Swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me
Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat
Like he caught poison ivy
Compton's where you can find me!
In the hood, so grimy
Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact
You can time me -READY -
Set, go, I let the, tech blow rugged Monk
Kill a track, at any tempo it's simple
We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Spot rush them busters
Blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure
Your shit is shut down creep when you sleep
And squeeze the four pound