CREEPIN’ AFTER DARK SIXSET MIXXX

Lyrics
[Intro: Scene from Full Metal Jacket (1987):] 7.62 milimeter, full metal jacket I am in a world of shit [Chorus: MC Money] Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out [?] [Bridge: DJ Sound, Player 1, Bloody Bones, Dirty Red & D Tha Unknown] Ayy, that— Is this motherfucker still a— Shit, ayy, fool (God damn) Ayy, nigga? Nigga, you still alive up under there? *muffled screaming* Hey, ayy, bitch, shut your mof— Mane, this motherfucker still alive up under here, mane Ayy, mane, I gotta go kill this bitch, mane This motherfucker still fuck— Motherfucker still alive, mane Yeah, Sound, bump 'em on the curb, mane, bump 'em on that curb, mane We tie that motherfucker up under that fuckin' muffler Fry this bitch, mane I'm go kill this bitch, you know what I'm sayin' [Post-Chorus: D Tha Unknown] D, Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth D, killed two motherfuckers, D, yeah, he's lookin' at ten D, Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth D, killed two motherfuckers, D, yeah, he's lookin' at ten D, Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth D, killed two motherfuckers, D, yeah, he's lookin' at ten D, Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth D, killed two motherfuckers, D, yeah, he's lookin' at ten [Verse: Nigga Creep] A missionary mission, I gotta do to take these punks out Nig you better run and hide because I'm gonna take your clout Bustin' in your home with my tone pointed to your dome (Pop, pop, pop) There's another brother dead and gone R.I.P. R.I.P., was marked on his graveside See, I'm Nigga Creep, I always creep on niggas at midnight Bitches try to come in, bitch, you better check it in Give me your cash, give me your clothes, then we do some flexin' That's how I live, Nigga Creep don't give a shit about a dirty ho Peace out to the bitches I done dicked on in the ninety-four Hoes that done sucked my dick, hoes that done drank my nut Where the dirty pretty hoes? Those are the ones I love to fuck Niggas wanna hang with me, 'cause I keep my pockets fat If you thinkin' of robbin' me, bitch, you better watch my gat And watch out for the Frayser Click because they got them big thangs We real ass niggas, and true to the fuckin' game [Bridge: MC Mack] Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang Buster nigga, run your mouth And see just where your body hang We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game We rea-we real niggas, and true to the game [Chorus: MC Money] Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out Smoked out on the scene, Glock tight, Glock tight, Glock tight Smoked out, Glock tight, smoked out
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Credits
- Writers
- MC Money
- Nigga Creep
- D Tha Unknown
- M.C. Mack