Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creep Fast, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 16.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creep Fast |
Police, we have a search warrant, freeze |
C’mon, c’mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it’s Twista |
Come this way, c’mon, we gotta creep fast, c’mon |
Watch as I hit it through the middle of the city in the Chevy |
And I’m ready with the woofers that’ll flip your block |
And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin' petty |
Get to talkin' an' I’m a heat up your block |
If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys |
Better bring the noise, I’m a pump both up with ammunition |
Bodies I be hittin' when I get to spittin' |
Everybody shoulda broke and ain’t nobody listen so now I |
Roll 'em 24s when I’m on your tip |
They don’t know who I am, ain’t no body talkin' shit |
Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe |
'Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G’s and folks |
And we be focused on the paper |
When we be up in the kitchen |
When we thinkin' about the money |
On the steady come up |
And I got the niggas that be ready for |
Whatever with a whole war chest if a nigga run up |
AK 47, desert eagle, SK, Mac 11 |
For the niggas that’ll try to run up |
Nigga what ya want I’m a bone thug |
Get you while your sleepin' |
'Cause you know I’m creepin' on ah come up |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me |
But they know just who I am |
I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga |
You better act like you understand |
'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda |
The realest nigga that you ever heard of |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal |
But they know just what to do |
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know |
That I’m comin' straight for you |
I’m a killa, a mass murda |
The realest nigga that you ever heard of |
Quit the playin' nigga and get over on the Twista |
I’m a see you when I see you and I wouldn’t want to be you |
Got the desert eagle when I’m rollin' in the regal |
And I’m lookin' at you evil through the eye of a needle |
Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter |
Feel the heat of Twista when I’m bustin' at your whip |
I get a burglar when I be comin' for your shit |
I’m a get you for your goods when I run up in your crib |
Tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe? |
Don’t make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face |
Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor? |
Just let me know so that I can hit it up 'cause I gots to go |
'Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas |
'Cause it used to be that if I had to hit 'em, I’ma get 'em |
Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Murciélago |
Through the city because I know that’ll kill 'em |
Averagin' a 100 yards a game my competition |
Better back up I’m the E runnin' back |
Niggas that ain’t ready get the machete |
For the lyrical Jason of rap I’ma keep comin' back |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me |
But they know just who I am |
I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga |
You better act like you understand |
'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda |
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal |
But they know just what to do |
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know |
That I’m comin' straight for you |
I’m a killa, a mass murda |
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of |
The lyrical assassin the pocket I got in |
I be attackin' the track and I got a package of the good |
See a legendary representator for the city |
'Cause I put it down ever since I been rappin' in the hood |
17 years of goin' and flowin' and showin' |
These niggas when it come to beaten me nobody could |
I was spittin' venom ever sense the days UGK been rappin' |
And talkin' about puttin' diamonds on the wood |
Pullin' up in a old Cadillac before I got some thangs |
And I got that gwap and the numba one spot now I ride a range |
And because I spit that crack is the reason we got some change |
And if we ain’t makin' money off rap then we got them thangs |
Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's |
A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick |
How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer |
Pullin' up in the Hummer can make a nigga so sick |
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans |
Is only because a nigga flows sick |
Showin' no debate everybody know I’m great |
Any motherfuckers that hate can suck my dick |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me |
But they know just who I am |
I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga |
You better act like you understand |
'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda |
The realest nigga that you ever heard of |
Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal |
But they know just what to do |
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know |
That I’m comin' straight for you |
I’m a killa, a mass murda |
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of |