Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6 Deep Creepin, artist - Dirty
Date of issue: 26.02.2001
Song language: English
6 Deep Creepin |
We be 6 deep creepin' |
In a Deville sittin' up on D’s with the suspension squeakin' |
Got us some P, runnin' the D’s so we gon' smoke this weekend |
I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin' |
Bullets commense to skeetin' |
Give my whole clique one reason |
Why we shouldn’t slang crack and cocaine, nigga my pockets weak and |
So I’mma bring in everythang, then my G’s ain’t eatin' |
So the result is layin' you down with them Tec-9 bullets skeetin' |
That’s all we know so that’s how we go grab the ski mask for disguisin' |
Can’t let him see me cause he gon' know me and it’ll be too surprisin' |
Fuck this nigga cause I’m ridin' |
Tryin' to come up so quickly |
No time to stall, lickin' 'em all, got a whole team that’s strictly |
Ready to ball, stand up tall and they all move so swiftly |
Them niggas ain’t scared, they do it for bread |
See they gon' come go with me |
Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose lead |
And what do yo rhyme even matter |
After you licked you ain’t worth shit we get what we got and we scatter |
Back to the crib, divide this here, my pockets is gettin' fatter |
Yours getting flatter |
When you heard the glass shatter |
That means me and my niggas done gathered |
Now you bout to feel the wrath of |
Somethin' that you wished you hadn’t of |
And all I can say is back up because I’m bout to act up |
I get the stash from the back from the move |
I got a good alibi we could use |
We took the dead bodies off in the pool |
And put the gloves that we used in the stool |
Shit, you gon' have to flush that too |
Make sure that you see what you do |
Cause if the PIG find out then we through |
Then it’s off to the County for a few |
But that’s not how the story is told |
Shit, one of us gon' have to go |
Cause if them PIG’s find out that we stole |
We gon' have to bust back at them hoes |
So get yo Glock ready to reload |
Haul ass real fast not slow |
Cause on the block is 3rd patrol and they’ll beat ya till yo body swole |
We need to find somewhere to hide this dough |
Shit, what about behind the school |
We can come get it later on man just wait for the spot to cool |
Got back get the money any way |
Split it up, give them niggas about a eighth |
I hid a couple G’s down by the lake |
Hell yeah I got 'em but they’ll be straight |
We be 6 deep creepin' |
In a Deville sittin' up on D’s with the suspension squeakin' |
Got us some P, runnin' them D’s so we gon' smoke this weekend |
I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin' |
Bullets commense to skeetin' |
Give my whole clique one reason |
Why we shouldn’t ride a car full of ki’s, we got children we feedin' |
Comin' from Texas through New Orleans it gets thin and I’m lickin' |
Mack 'em and leave, they gotta eat, either it’s grindin' or pimpin' |
Never get caught slippin' |
Need a Cadillac to dip in |
Do you niggas wanna pitch in on a gallon of beer or hard gin |
Getting drunk before we start lickin' |
I know a nigga we can hit for 10 -10 ki’s in his grandma den |
The back door finna get kicked in |
It’s another way we can get in |
Cut the roof cause it’s made out of tin |
4 niggas jumpin' out the shit then |
2 niggas in the car waitin' |
Pitch black so we can’t see in |
Get off my hip nigga stop pushin' |
We get caught, we goin' straight to the Pen |
One fluke, then we all turned in |
Getting life for this Devilish sin |
Move slow nigga so we can hear 'em |
Where the flashlight so we can see 'em |
If they woke then we gon' have to kill 'em |
That ain’t the reason my folks came here |
The old lady came out on the porch |
Took her in the house, sit on the flo' |
Man, what you came out here fo' |
Now I’m gon' have to tie you with rope |
We hit the safe then we up out the do' |
We done got what we came here fo' |
Crank up the car, move nigga, let’s go |
I here (Whhooop!!) nigga there go the folks |
Move slow, cut the clutch, let’s roll |
I grab the dough then I hit the back road |
I was high but now it’s low man somethin' told me to kill that ho |
Runnin' through the woods, my feet got so' |
Too damn dark, don’t know where to go |
Smelled barbecue by Cassy’s store |
Hit the train track by Smiley Co |
Tryin' to get to my grandma’s house |
Way on Goode Street, man that’s out |
We 6 Deep, we look suspicious, man we need to spread out |
Me and T runnin' side by side |
Me and he, both of us so tired |
Fly wide open through Cedar Park tryin' to see if we can find us a ride |
Ain’t nobody standin' outside |
Whole damn neighborhood too quiet |
See the police so we still tryin' to hide |
Cross Mobley Highway when they ride by |
I — need somethin' I can try |
I — see a nigga right now |
Standin' up at Domino’s waitin' for his food outside |
We — took that niggas Caprice |
We — took that niggas supreme |
Large pepperoni pizza, ham with extra cheese |
If I’m liein' bitch I’m flyin' |
We full plus we ridin' |
10 Ki’s in the trunk headed straight to Riverside |
It’s time to get real shiesty now |
A bag with 10 bricks |
Me and G hid 4 and split 6 with the clique |
Now we 2 deep creepin' |
In a Caprice sittin' up on D’s with his music beatin' |
Got us a trunk full of them Ki’s so we gon' cook this weekend |
Bustin' them Ki’s down to O-Z's cause it’s cocaine season |
So don’t get caught sleepin' |
We be 2 deep creepin' |
In a Caprice sittin' up on D’s with his music beatin' |
Got us a trunk full of them Ki’s, we gon' cook this weekend |
Bustin' them Ki’s down to O-Z's cause it’s cocaine season |
So don’t get caught sleepin' |