Sheek Louch - Creep City lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I'm a, G about mine I'm always holdin' a nine These n***as 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 f** 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 n***as 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 b**h, name a hood that'll vouch for you Get popped up, find yo a** 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 sh** that I'd rather not have Drama, bein' a n***a that the shot blast Hustlin', bein' a n***a that the cop pa** 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-a** n***a, I did not laugh [Verse 2: Styles P] Bloodshed, tears fall f** 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 b**h, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your a** chopped in two (We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do) Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a b**h, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your a** chopped in two (We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do) [Verse 3: Styles P] n***as lettin' them hammers off Givin' c**aine out like Santa Claus The Phantom playin' Diana Ross From a 'hood where n***as 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, k**in', is not difficult Gettin' money, imagine what I'm 'bout to do You from D Block, I'll lay a n***a 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 b**h, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your a** chopped in two (We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do) Been gettin' money, imagine what I'm bout to do You a b**h, name a hood that'll vouch for you You get popped up, find your a** chopped in two (We'll k** you, that's what D Block will do)