Tales Of The Who Got Crept On

(*Several coughs*) (*Inhales*)

(Intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigg* jokes (oh s**t, ain't about a b*tch), yeah

(Spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should I do with the b*tch?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-sn*tcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigg*
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer Desert Eagle fo-fo
I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fkin face
I knew a nigg* who always wore black
said he was an O.G. player shot up some with Macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
And the nigg* that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he partied through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so called O.G. motherfkers finally showed up
These b*stards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my Mack and aimed the legs and body (oh s**t, god d*mn)

(Chorus)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(punk as* motherfkers)
(nigg*, fk that nigg*, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on

(Spice 1)
I hit two up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the motherfkin hog in me
So I's bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigg* to bring his slow as* on
Cause if he's stylin, the motherfkers the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians ( )
These fools is some killers and I can see they really want this nigg*
Musta fked em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these want to bury his d*ck
Got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta s**t you see up on the TV screen
But it ain't no cut, just actin live, die
Drug related killers, switcher on time high
See real killers can be swept on
I'm kickin tales of the who got crept on

(Chorus)
(s**t), kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(Go nigg*, police lookin and s**t nigg*)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(fk you doing nigg*, firin up a joint, motherfkin...)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(fk is wrong with you?)

(Spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had some love
50 g's to creep on the that tried to kill us up that fkin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of money I'll have the blood up on the fkin ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfkin Mack 10's
Infra-Red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya P-G-A and a Massacre
Everybody, cause can't no nigg* diss me
you sent to the club, with some motherfkin p*ssy (p*ssy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they as*
I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his as*
Screams jumpin the night, the nigg* never heard I kill with a routin
even got him for a couple of birds
So then I creep up into the I-C-U, I see you livin too long
nigg* you crept on, your life gone

(Spice 1)
Yeah nigg*, got some s**t just for you
Special motherfkin can catch s**t you on, uncut herion nigg*
Straighten your motherfkin Bays nigg*
Yeah nigg*, you like this s**t huh nigg*, suffer nigg*
Suffer motherfker, yeah, take a good dose of the s**t, nigg*
Yeah, yeah nigg* you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't breathe
Somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, thought you said somethin, hahahaha...