Creepin

Dude owes money and he think that it's cool
I got the frizzle on me, finna take him to school
If he think that I ain't lurkin' he gon' learn soon
Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool
Every red cent that he spent need to be paid
Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave
See he needs to beware of the Buu E. brigade
Or he needs to prepare to move into a grave
Dudes these days be afraid of a fade
But they quick to grab a grip with they colorful braids
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A pussy lives nine lives
Let you do the math
You owe me 991 times one
Keep procrastinating, nigga, but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by the choir
End of your book
Now The Lord's got you in his hands
With the rest of the wide world
Caught in the web of your debtor
Dots coming towards you
Had many chances, but you didn't heed the warnings

Nigga, talkin' mills
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'

Peace be still
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'

Walk in, show me Tony
Smooth criminal
Wockiana on me
Slow squeeze wit' it
My trigger finger on macaroni
Blast if you try to hoe me
No, you cannot console me
This is what happens when you get between the places I'm going
You could never picture what I've seen
I've ventured the oceans
You can't fill my role
Man, you washed
My simple emotion
While I'm sippin' the potion
Watch our chalices toastin'
Average man would be frozen
It takes talent to hone it
How you handle pressure when you find yourself inside the moment?
Ever since I found my will
I drive it like it's fuckin' stolen
Charge it to the game, you owed it
Flaunt it like you fuckin' own it
You ain't never ever lived that life
You must be fuckin' jokin'

Wrong path, just do the math
Trip six get a buck 50
Beat the serpent at his own game
Swear the devil can't fuck wit' me
Shaky niggas do your own thing
Iffy niggas can't do nothin' wit' me
Superstitious wit' the 12 gauge
Fuck a rabbits foot, I got luck wit' me
Brother man or the other man
What part of that you don't understand?
Niggas get killed for a couple bands
Better be humble in foreign land
If them boys up to somethin'
Plan on jumpin in like a jumpman?
Dumb man
Hand cannon make the jumpman do the runnin' man
Bullets hit you make you do the shmurda dance

Break it real good
Make sure ain't nun fuckin' missin'
Understood, hear the wood creakin'
You know yo body bout to be leakin'
While a real nigga on it creepin'
You see I got the mac
Tote it and it's black
It's got the carbonite
Nigga, all black
Just tonight, I'm 'bout to hit the Black
'Bout to make the blood splatter
I gotta get the money back
I'm talking dna matters
See the Black lives
Gotta get the melanate
See I'm talkin' hate
It's alright, number eight
I gotta build
Still, will I iron kill
Understand I will
Understand I will

Nigga, talkin' mills
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'

Peace be still
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'
Creepin' while you sleepin'