Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crept and We Came, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 24.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crept and We Came |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Ready be offin and we coughin |
| And uhh, all of us pray |
| Follow me murderous gauge |
| Follow me murderous ways |
| Steadily pumpin' Mossberg peelers kill ya |
| Po po roll silent so |
| Pop pop outta the window we roll |
| Little Ripster realer stalkin |
| Better off this way |
| Tossed off in the coffin and bagged |
| Slang on the darkside man |
| Bang on the darkside man |
| Outta the thuggish ruggish city runnin with mail |
| When I bail back to my lair with a 12-gauge Mossberg pump and shells |
| Yell bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya |
| Runnin' with gats and bats and poles |
| And if I hit the roses I withdraw |
| Cause it’s on and I crept and I came up |
| Remember that killa that nigga named Leatherface |
| Now if you a thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it |
| But the bitch ain’t done begun to fuck it |
| Nigga we Trus and we bout to be shuttin' this rap thang down |
| Neva takin' no shorts or losses man |
| No way no how poppin now |
| I step in the clique and I doubt if I change my daily thang |
| Nigga don’t hang with the phony busta niggas |
| Only roll with thugstas, killas |
| Speakin of killas me sneak and me snuck |
| And me murda them every time now |
| Bodies be dug up in dumpsters execution double nine style |
| Hey, say give it up to the niggas |
| Who steadily slangin' that yayo, bankroll |
| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low |
| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low |
| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low |
| Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done came and touched down |
| Came up with a plan now we creepin' up outta me hometown |
| Me hate to be leavin' the Glock Glock now |
| But I’m livin' so low down Bone gotta roll out |
| We livin' like Trus |
| Give it up to tha bang, always stay down for my thang |
| And I still remain the same |
| Never gon' change on my hood I claim |
| Nigga done jumped in the game |
| It’s straight up confusing cause niggas be shady |
| Nigga still gotta watch his back daily |
| Even mo' lately, but they can’t break little Layzie |
| So a nigga stay focused I gotta get paid |
| The buddah it run me forever me blaze |
| Thuggin' in my murderous ways |
| Prison or gauge let the buckshots spray |
| We Tru to this day |
| No Shorts and No Losses was meant nigga not played (Bottom line niggas) |
| And Cleveland in yo face |
| And nigga we rollin' wit Ruthless in the nine |
| For the pain for the gain |
| For the love of money fuck the fame |
| We peeped game we crept and we came |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Bone crept and we came wit a gang bang |
| Told you get down for them thangs man |
| But Bone still kick it with the same Trues |
| Thuggin' on the Glock Glock ain’t shit change |
| Buck 'em fuck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down |
| Busta, nigga don’t be tryin' no dumb shit |
| Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya |
| Creepin' up outta the hood |
| Rolled to the West Coast wit this rap shit nigga made good |
| Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine |
| Reachin' for your shit wish you would |
| Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag |
| Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that’s yo life |
| Nigga it’s like that when my shit clap |
| One to the temple straight to the mind |
| Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud |
| Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke |
| Me meaning that yum yum dope |
| And it ain’t shit to swang some thangs |
| Puttin' my gauge in your throat |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang |
| Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah the bustas |
| Hustlas so nigga never trust us we the muthafuckin' thugstas |
| Strugglas 12-gauge pumpstas, takin' no shorts or no losses |
| Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark) |
| Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss |
| Nigga get tossed by the boss |
| And I’m off the hook when I put it down Bone |
| Wanna fuck wit a thug ya wrong |
| On the ground they lay when I spray that chrome |
| Bullets they fly, niggas they die |
| I’m coming up willing to ride got mine |
| East ninety nine off inna that crime |
| Where the thugstas find they time to grind |
| Droppin' a dime, packin' a nine, and ready to bang |
| Pullin' the trigga to blow out ya brain |
| Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came |
| We crept and we came |
| (We crept and we came) |
| (We crept and we came) |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |
| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves |
| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily |
| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |