Creep Fast

Police! We have a search warrant! Come on, come on Aye T-Pain, T-pain it's Twista Come this way come on, we gotta creep fast Come on Watch as I Hit it through the middle of the city in a Chevy And I'm ready with the woofers that'll pimp your block And I got 'em taking the machete for the niggas That get paid to get to talking I'm gonna hit up your block If you wanna bring your boys, Better bring the toys, better bring the noise I'm about to full of ammunition Bodies that be hitting when I get to spitting everybody Should've broken in nobody listens So now I roll on 24's when I'm on your tip They all know who I am ain't nobody's talking shit Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe 'cause I got killers with me crips bloods G's and foes And we be focused on the paper when we be up in the kitchen We're thinking about the money on the steady come up And I got the niggas that be ready for whatever With the whole war chest if a nigga run up AK-47 Desert Eagle s-k mack 11 for the nigga that'll try to run up Nigga what you want I'm a bone thug get you while you're sleeping 'cause you know I'm creeping on the come up [Chorus] Hey Motherfuckers acting like they don't know me but they know just who I am I'm a motherfucking killer gorilla nigga You better act like you understand 'cause I'm a killer A masked murder The realest nigga that you ever heard of Motherfuckers acting like they don't know the deal But they know just what to do Everybody's talking on the streets so you know that I'm coming straight for you 'cause I'm a killer A masked murder The realest nigga that you ever heard of Try to play a nigga and get over on the twister I'm gonna see you when I see you and I wouldn't wanna be you Got the Desert Eagle and I'm rollin' in a regal When I'm looking at you evil through the eye of a needle Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter Feel the heat of twister when I'm busting at your whip I became a burglar-er when I'm coming for your shit I'm gonna get you for your goods when I run up in your crib Tell me where your jewelry at Where you're safe (where you're safe?) Don't make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face (shut up bitch) Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor? (uh huh) Just let me so that I can hit it up 'cause I got to go 'cause I got up on it so hit a lick on them niggas 'cause it use to be if I gotta get 'em I'm gonna get 'em Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Masialago through the city Because I know that'll kill 'em Averaging a hundred yards a game My competition better back up I'm the key running back Niggas that ain't ready get the machete for the lyrical chase in the rap I'm gonna keep coming back [Chorus] The lyrical assassin A mack and it gotta be attack on a track if I gotta pack the cheddar good T a legendary representer for the city 'cause I put it down every since I been rapping for the hood 17 years I go and I flow on the show on these niggas When it comes to beating me nobody could I been spittin' venom every since the days U-G-K Been rapping and talking about putting diamonds on the wood Rolling in a old Cadillac before I got some flames I done got that gwap got a little More slot now I ride a range Maybe 'cause I spit that crack is the reason we got some change And if we ain't making money off rap then we got them things Got the 8 dollar hollas 2 for 15 And 4 when I split the 9 piece so you can get the whole brick How about when I was making a hundred every summer Pulling up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick I would constantly come up with hits and steady be getting fed Just only because a nigga flow sick So there's no debate everybody know I'm great Any mother fucker that hate can suck my dick [Chorus]