Bizzy Bone - Creepin On Ah Come Up lyrics

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Bizzy Bone - Creepin On Ah Come Up lyrics

Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, b**h, gimme your sh** Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, f** calm, I tried to stay thug Got flowin' sk**s, but n***as, they b**hes, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag Ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside And I can't escape, some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge It's a raid. Put your face to pave If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, j**els, and you'll be safe I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said "b**h, you better move quick back to the safe If you wanna be k**ed try some stupid sh** And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell" Trail to the back with the money in the sack Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail Well, tickets I'm out the door Hopped in the smug, and I break fast Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash At last, n***a made good, and I got away smooth Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks Only description is that n***a with that leather face, fool I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin' Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya See, a n***a creep on a come up Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Layzie] See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a n***a feelin' down Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder That'll get a n***a locked the cage Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullsh** But a real lick, like robbin' a j**elery store Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown Cause tonight's the night Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face So a n***a can't be seen in the spotlight Stole two cars, and I parked one north Parked one east for the smooth switch When a n***a bail, how the f** he gonna tell if a n***a don't dwell in the same sh**? Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene And there's no one I can spot, so I get my a** down Looked around through the window, and I broke the b**h out with a rock Now I jump my a** in. Start to fillin' up the bag And a n***a comin' up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining Went to the cash register, broke the b**h open Grabbed all the money they had And a n***a gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah Got to let my n***as check out my bag And I got away smooth, cause I had the sh** planned And ain't no bullsh** get brung up That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid Cause a n***a be creepin' on a come up Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Bizzy] Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little n***a Ripsta on this lick and bang bang n***a that's the click on my brain, ? another victim insane Feel the murderous nerve This twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me co*k this n***a must've been meant to be jacked, cause here comes me hostage Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms It's just that simple. I took my conscience and fried 'em Don't gimme no ha**le, b**h, cause I've been scopin' for weeks And I know y'all got some sh** Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin' Ladies and babies scream onto the floor ("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools Give me the j**els, the dope, the weed, the cheese And answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', cause b**hes are dyin'? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them n***as said Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness He made out with a smooth thirty G's So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up Good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs Cause I done made it clean as f**, and I flees the scene with a buck buck Cause a n***a be creepin' on a come up Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

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