Tales of the Niggas Who Got Crept On

Lyrics

(*Several coughs*) (*Inhales*) (Intro) Yeah, hahahaha, what's black and blue floating face down in a river huh, huh Mark Furman tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah (Spice 1) I got your mama up in the trunk of my hooptie (let me out, let me out), what should I do with the bitch? I think I want to dump her in a ditch, 'cause I'm a kidnapper Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, some murder to your door nigga Open it up and you'll be staring right down the barrel of a Desert Eagle fo-fo When I split your fo' it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive And ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face I knew a nigga who always wore black Said he was an O.G. player shot up some niggas with Macks Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'd give me some scrilla So he parlayed through the city, hittin party's and clubs Until these so called O.G. motherfuckers finally showed up These bastards opened up fire in the middle of the party Blow to the floor and pulled my Mack and aimed for legs and bodies (oh shit, god damn) (Chorus) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (punk ass motherfuckers) (Nigga, fuck that nigga, straightly smoked) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Spice 1) I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee Ain't nothin but the motherfuckin hog in me So I bails to my caddy with the triple gold danas Gun powder on my fingers and still got one up in the chamber I told my nigga to bring his slow ass on Cause if he's stabbin the motherfuckers, the other two won't be long They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the ville and These fools is some killers and I can see they really want this nigga Musta fucked em out some paper or somethin sick Whatever it is these niggas want to bury his dick Got in the caddy and raised up out the drama scene Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the TV screen But it ain't no cut, just action live, niggas die Drug related killings reach an all time high See real killers can be slept on I'm kickin the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Chorus) (Shit), kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Go nigga, police lookin and shit nigga) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Fuck you doing nigga, firin up a joint, motherfuckin...) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Fuck is wrong with you?) (Spice 1) We chopped it up, my partner had some love Fifty g's to creep on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin club Twenty five up front and twenty five up for the killin For that kind of money I'll have they blood up on the fuckin ceiling Now the slaughter is about to begin Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin Mack 10's Infra-Red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya P-G-A and a Massacre Everybody, cause can't no nigga diss me Niggas you sent to the club, were some motherfuckin pussy (pussy) I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they ass I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his ass Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard I kill with a routin Even got him for a couple of birds So then I creep up into the I-C-U, I see you livin too long Nigga you crept on, your life gone (Spice 1) Yeah nigga, got some shit just for you Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut herion nigga Straighten your motherfuckin Bays nigga Yeah nigga, you like this shit huh nigga, suffer nigga Suffer motherfucker, yeah, take a good dose of the shit, nigga Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't breathe Somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what Oh, thought you said somethin, hahahaha...