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Tales of the n**** Who Got Crept On Lyrics

(*Several coughs*) (*Inhales*)

(Intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin n**** jokes (oh s***, ain't about a b****), yeah
(Spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should I do with the b****?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-s*****er, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough n****
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 f***** face
I knew a n**** who always wore black
said he was an O.G. player shot up some n***** with Macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
And the n**** 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. m************ finally showed up
These b******s opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my Mack and aimed the legs and body (oh s***, god d***)

(Chorus)
Kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on
(punk a** m************)
(n****, f*** that n****, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on

(Spice 1)
I hit two n***** up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the m*********** 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 n**** to bring his slow a** on
Cause if he's stylin, the m************ the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians (n*****)
These fools is some killers and I can see they really want this n****
Musta f***** em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these n***** want to bury his d***
Got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta s*** you see up on the TV screen
But it ain't no cut, just actin live, n***** die
Drug related killers, switcher on time high
See real killers can be swept on
I'm kickin tales of the n***** who got crept on
(Chorus)
(s***), kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on
(Go n****, police lookin and s*** n****)
Kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on
(f*** you doing n****, firin up a joint, m***********...)
Kick to the tales of the n***** who got crept on
(f*** is wrong with you?)
(Spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had some love
50 g's to creep on the n***** that tried to kill us up that f***** club
25 are threat and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of money I'll have the blood up on the f***** ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some m*********** Mack 10's
Infra-Red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya P-G-A and a Massacre
Everybody, cause can't no n**** diss me
n***** you sent to the club, with some m*********** p**** (p****)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they a**
I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his a**
Screams jumpin the night, the n**** 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
n**** you crept on, your life gone

(Spice 1)
Yeah n****, got some s*** just for you
Special m*********** can catch s*** you on, uncut herion n****
Straighten your m*********** Bays n****
Yeah n****, you like this s*** huh n****, suffer n****
Suffer m***********, yeah, take a good dose of the s***, n****
Yeah, yeah n**** 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...
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1990-Sick (1995)
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