(feat. Black Knights, Christbearer, Thea)

		

		[Chorus: Thea]

Creep, creep, creep

Catch them while they sleep

Empty every shell from your clip

Knock them off their feet



[Crisis]

These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too

Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral

Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'

Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling

Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret

Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya

Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi

Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently

One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot

That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked

Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole

And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul



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[Christbearer]

Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)

Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way

A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K

And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.

When Track died, Mack cried

Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide

I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon

Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June

The city's full of Crips

AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)

Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips

If any, not many, academic scholarships



[Doc Doom]

Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission

With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton

Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription

Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions

Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing

Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence

The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions

Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman



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[Chorus II: Thea]

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

Make them Swiss cheese

Empty every shell from your clip

Knock them off their feet



[RZA]

You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out

Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out

Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out

Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out

In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck

Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck

Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business

All you suckas, get the scissors

You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland

I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman

Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman

You suckas is useless like old New York tokens

Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed

You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed

Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure

MC's tremble when they hear the name of us

Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys

The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee

No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me

King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy



[Monk]

Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy

Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me

Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow

Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo

It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments

Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment

It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down

Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound



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