Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creep City, artist - Styles P. Album song Phantom and The Ghost, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Creep City |
I’m a G about mine, while most holdin' the 9s |
Niggas crossin' the line, I’m a leave it right in their spine |
I regulate on these herbs, I’m sick in it with the words |
I pitch on these curbs, I’m Iron Mike with the birds |
Hold up! |
Not enough manical, golden cross, Sabathical |
Black hoodie, black pimp, here we’re nukin' 'em radical |
Fuck around with them boys, I’m sittin' low with them toys |
Diamonds on my wrist piece, fifty somethin' in royalties |
Silver back of the rat and front in back of the trap |
And front and back of the trap, forever clappin' the Mac |
I done seen niggas get shot, I’dda bagged up in the spot |
I don’t ran when it got hot, I don’t slept on that cock |
Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do |
You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you |
Get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two. |
Let’s go! |
I’d rather be a have than a have not |
There’s a lot of shit that I’d rather not have |
Drama, being a nigga that the shot blast |
Hustlin', bein' a nigga that the cops pass |
Smokin', sayn to myself this will not last |
Lookin' at the bottle with pills, drop the pop half |
I put a bullet in yo body, in the top half |
You’s a funny ass nigga, I did not laugh |
Blood shed, tears fall, fuck the hero is the villain that we cheer for |
Family money and weed the things that I care for |
And it hauls the war, that I’m prepared for |
Cold heart, black soul, I ain’t got to be drunk to whyle and let the gat go |
Lirically, I’m on a whole 'nother plat, so |
Talkin' to the holy ghost, but we ain’t in the chapel |
(Imagine what I’m bout to do) |
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you) |
(You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two) |
We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do |
(Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do) |
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you) |
We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do |
Niggas land and the hammer’s off |
Givin' cocaine out like Santa Claus |
The fan I’m playn, Diana Ross |
From my hood, where niggas tell you to handle yours |
You don’t wanna be the one that they light the candle for |
Hit 'em in the face, broad daylight, Channel 4 |
Go scientifical, think it as not typical |
Hold then a nickle, play to killin' is not difficult |
Gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do |
We from D Block, I’ll lay a nigga out for you |
I’m wolf, saw some what the Alfa do |
Cut guts out, even chop a scalp or two |
(Imagine what I’m bout to do) |
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you) |
(You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two) |
We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do |
(Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do) |
(You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you) |
We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do |