Creep City

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I'm a, G about mine I'm always holdin' a nine These niggas crossin' the line I'mma leave it right in his spine I regulate on these herbs I'm sickening with the words I pitched on these curbs I'm Iron Mike with the birds Hold up Donnie mathematical Golden cross, sabbatical Black hoodie, black panther Huey Newton, I'm radical Fuck around with them boys I'm sittin' low in the Taurus Diamonds on my wrist-piece Fifty-something [?] The Silverback of the Rap In front or back of the track And from the back of the trap, we forever clappin' the Mac I done seen niggas get shot I done bagged up in the spot I done ran when it got hot I done slept on that cot Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a bitch, name a hood that'll vouch for you Get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two Let's go! [Hook: Styles P] I'd rather be a have than a have-not But there's a lot of shit that I'd rather not have Drama, bein' a nigga that the shot blast Hustlin', bein' a nigga that the cop pass Smokin', sayin' to myself, "this will not last" Lookin' at a bottle of pills, 'bout to pop half I put a bullet in your body, yeah, the top half You's a funny-ass nigga, I did not laugh [Verse 2: Styles P] Bloodshed, tears fall Fuck the hero, it's the villain that we cheer for Family, money, and weed, the things that I care for [?] is a war, that I'm prepared for Cold heart, black soul I ain't got to be drunk to wild and let the gat go Lyrically I'm on a whole 'nother plateau Talkin' to the holy ghost, but we ain't in the chapel [Hook: Sheek Louch (Styles P)] Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a bitch, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your 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'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your ass chopped in two (We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do) [Verse 3: Styles P] Niggas lettin' them hammers off Givin' cocaine out like Santa Claus The Phantom playin' Diana Ross From a 'hood where niggas tell you to handle yours You don't wanna be the one, that they light the candles for Hit him in the face, broad day, like channel four Ghost scientifical, think it is not typical Holdin' a nickel-plate, killin', is not difficult Gettin' money, imagine what I'm 'bout to do You from D Block, I'll lay a nigga out for you I'm a wolf, so I show 'em what the alpha do Cut guts out, even chop a scalp or two [Hook: Sheek Louch (Styles P)] Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a bitch, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your 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'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your ass chopped in two (We'll kill you, that's what D Block will do)