(*Several coughs*) (*Inhales*)
(Intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, what's black and blue floating face down in a river huh, huh
Mark Furman tellin n***a jokes (oh sh**, ain't about a b**h), 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 b**h?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, 'cause I'm a kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness k**er, special deliver, some murder to your door n***a
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 f**in face
I knew a n***a who always wore black
Said he was an O.G. player shot up some n***as with Macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered k**ers
And the n***a 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. motherf**ers finally showed up
These ba*tards opened up fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the floor and pulled my Mack and aimed for legs and bodies (oh sh**, god damn)
(Chorus)
Kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(punk a** motherf**ers)
(n***a, f** that n***a, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(Spice 1)
I hit two n***as up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the motherf**in 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 n***a to bring his slow a** on
Cause if he's stabbin the motherf**ers, 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 k**ers and I can see they really want this n***a
Musta f**ed em out some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these n***as want to bury his dick
Got in the caddy and raised up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta sh** you see up on the TV screen
But it ain't no cut, just action live, n***as die
Drug related k**ings reach an all time high
See real k**ers can be slept on
I'm kickin the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(Chorus)
(sh**), kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(Go n***a, police lookin and sh** n***a)
Kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(f** you doing n***a, firin up a joint, motherf**in...)
Kick to the tales of the n***as who got crept on
(f** is wrong with you?)
(Spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had some love
Fifty g's to creep on the n***as that tried to k** us up that f**in club
Twenty five up front and twenty five up for the k**in
For that kind of money I'll have they blood up on the f**in ceiling
Now the slaughter is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherf**in Mack 10's
Infra-Red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya P-G-A and a Ma**acre
Everybody, cause can't no n***a diss me
n***as you sent to the club, with some motherf**in p**y (p**y)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they a**
I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his a**
Screams jumpin the night, the n***a never heard I k** 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
n***a you crept on, your life gone
(Spice 1)
Yeah n***a, got some sh** just for you
Special motherf**in can catch sh** you on, uncut herion n***a
Straighten your motherf**in Bays n***a
Yeah n***a, you like this sh** huh n***a, suffer n***a
Suffer motherf**er, yeah, take a good dose of the sh**, n***a
Yeah, yeah n***a 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...