Creepin'-Marti Pellow

[00:02.00]RZA - Creep [00:03.00] [00:31.50]These streets that we maneuver through, [00:33.81]ain't nothing you familiar too [00:35.42]Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral [00:38.01]Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' [00:41.19]Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling [00:43.40]Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret [00:47.22]Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya [00:50.82]Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi [00:53.77]Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently [00:56.59]One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot [00:59.45]That's why some keep they **** on safety, [01:01.44]others keep they hammers cocked [01:03.35]Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole [01:05.97]And if a ***** ready to retire, we retiring his soul [01:21.45]Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) [01:24.13]Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way [01:28.29]A couple ****** hit the Chevy wit the K [01:30.74]And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. [01:33.82]When Track died, Mack cried [01:36.91]Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide [01:39.95]I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon [01:43.04]Eddie shot up thirty ******, in the bar, over June [01:46.21]The city's full of Crips [01:48.78]AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) [01:53.13]Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips [01:55.62]If any, not many, academic scholarships [01:58.66]Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission [02:01.62]With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton [02:04.53]Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription [02:07.62]Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions [02:10.78]Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing [02:14.08]Your **** is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence [02:17.29]The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions [02:20.18]Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman [02:47.66]You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out [02:51.08]Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out [02:54.25]Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out [02:57.23]Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out [03:00.29]In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a **** [03:03.41]Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck [03:06.53]Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business [03:10.45]All you suckas, get the scissors [03:12.83]You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland [03:15.92]I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman [03:19.07]Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman [03:22.04]You suckas is useless like old New York tokens [03:25.09]Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed [03:28.32]You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed [03:31.37]Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure [03:34.32]MC's tremble when they hear the name of us [03:37.42]Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys [03:40.55]The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee [03:43.60]No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me [03:46.74]King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy [03:49.93]Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy [03:53.05]Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me [03:56.21]Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow [03:59.46]Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo [04:02.22]It's simple, We Usually Take All ****** Garments [04:05.66]Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment [04:08.29]It's over, foreclosure, your **** is shut down [04:11.71]Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound [04:14.96][02:23.64][01:09.37][00:07.16]Creep, creep, creep [04:17.71][02:26.48][01:12.17][00:10.28]Catch them while they sleep [04:26.77][02:35.64]Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze [04:30.02][02:38.83]Make them Swiss cheese [04:33.13][04:20.79][02:41.90][02:29.52][01:15.24][00:13.46]Empty every shell from your clip [04:36.28][04:24.21][02:45.00][02:32.62][01:18.91][00:16.46]Knock them off their feet