Sir Mike G - Project Creepa lyrics

[Unfinished Lyrics] [INTRO] Lil' Sixx in the house.. 9-6 b**h.. SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! [Sir Mike G] I'm the n***a that you love to hate Finna catch me a murder case Whip that nine to yo dome Pa** me the herringbone Straight from Da Underground With that thunderin' bumpin' sound Bumpin' on your stereo Bustaz don't hear me though b**h, you better ask somebody Sir Mike G is yo big daddy Born on Savage Street North Memphis, Tennessee Hustlin', stealin', and robbin', and mobbin' You know I'm livin' dangerously Later on that day, I k** at the shoppin' center First of the month, rob them hoes before they pay they rents A real a** n***a from a ghetto a** neighborhood Hurst Village, quickly you know I'm gonna claim my hood When I start comin' up Makin' hundred mega bucks 12 gauge to they chest, if they try to test my nutz f**in' with this pimpery Force me to use artillery Scoopin' all you hatin' hoes Make you bustaz drop the dough s**az don't know how I put the CD[?] deepah Bustaz don't you know, I'm the Project Creepa.. Straight from da projects, that n***a k** Bustaz don't you know, I'm the Project Creepa! Straight from da projects, that n***a k** SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! Project Creepa! Straight from da projects, that n***a k** SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! Project Creepa! [Sir Mike G] Cravin' for that quarter sack Before I have a heart attack Project Creepa, creepin' off yo clothesline Folks runnin' after me, I tell them two yo sh** is mine If they try to test me, trick Drop and get yo wig split Halo tips from 6 tah dawn[?], I know you pigs can't deal with this Mother f** the Murder Rate Food stamps, I even take VCR videotapes, dollarsigns to increase my pay n***as robbin', stealin', k**in' Murder eachother black on black So I grab my mask, stang them a**es to crackerjacks Them pigs can not phase me Doctors say I'm crazy Kickin' in this b**hes door, I k** ya to amaze me [?] 9-chrome Glock aimed at yo muthaf**in' dome This is a robbery, take me to yo steadstone Project [?..] s**az that be [?..] Nine works like a switch Overflow these bodies in a ditch n***as rollin' clean Comin' mean on a preacha [?].. time[?] before you lemmas, I'ma getcha.. Straight from... Straight from da projects, that n***a k** SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! Project Creepa! Straight from da projects, that n***a k** SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! Project Creepa! [Sir Mike G] Known as a murdera Watch these sins get dirtier Put you in a sleepa, ma** f**in' murdera Left you 6 feett deepah[?] A mother f**in', sychopathic, hard-head lunatic The police don't know what to do with this Mistah Sir Mike G, with the shotgun to ya head If you try to cooperate, I might see ya to the man No I'm not no pranksta I'ma real O.G. Gangsta That's down to be..[?] straight to ya head, G Hoe ya betta gimi sum, 'fore I leave yo body numb Loked up, like blah, baby, droppin' these f**in' test[?] slugs Bullet rush to yo dome, dunk yo a**, bite the dust Wanted from a murda, and I'm runnin' from the crooked law A b**h tried to snitch, so I broke a motherf**ing jaw Buckshots close to 'em, and they runnin' to the preacha No one can hide from da Project Creepa... SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G! Straight from da projects, that n***a k**..