Name: Creep
Duration: 4 min 1 s
Description: Слушайте песню Creep - 50 Cent, Mobb Deep онлайн с альбома Blood Money в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:01. Год выхода - 2006

Blood Money

Mobb Deep

Smoke It

Put 'Em In Their Place

Lloyd Banks

Stole Something

Speaking So Freely

Backstage Pass

Young Buck

Give It To Me

Tony Yayo

Click Click

50 Cent

Pearly Gates

Capital P Capital H

Daydreamin'

The Infamous

In Love With The Moulah

Creep

Unknown

It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through

Oh, ya man live out here? Don't go and get comfortable

Don't know what he told you, ain't sweet around here

And I don't care what he told you, ain't sweet around here

See you riding that Infinity, now that's not fair

Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day

And you comin' through the hood, straight dangling steak, yeah

We takin' medium-rare, grilled debating us

Oh you met, you a local guess, what she bait?

She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait

I'm gone get all in the business, 'cause shorty is mad cool

My man was diggin' that and she a lil' bit national

First time we catch you comin' out the building, we snatchin' you

And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is

Like you somebody lookin' like the player of the year, boy

This is Queens lil' homie, get caught around here, yeah

Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah

Like niggas got somethin' to live for around here

Hav showed me the flow and I ran with it, thun

I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst

Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse

And once we get in the air, that's a wrap, bro

Our songs good to go straight to the radio

Flex, easy on the bomb, let these niggas hear the flow

New York, New York, we the kings of the dam

We party too much and smoke too much grass

And we never see the bright side, we only see the bad

And I won't let 'em get me how they got them

Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel

Cadillac Coupe DeVille, wood grain on the wheel (woo)

Cocaine in the pot, baking soda, water hot

When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack

Bag that, make a stack, black hoodie, fitted hat (yeah)

Grimy nigga with a gat screamin' "Where the money at?" (Uh-huh)

My hood Southside, riders ride, that's right

Shit it ain't about the dough, I ain't really with it yo

Camouflage on the low, ridin' 'round with the heat

I ain't say what's up to you, nigga you don't know me

I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine

Clip filled 'til the tip, stunt I get on some shit

Different day, different bitch, old hooptie, new kicks

Keep my eyes open for them niggas I done bucked at

Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yea

Слушайте песню Creep - 50 Cent, Mobb Deep онлайн с альбома Blood Money в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:01. Год выхода - 2006

Creep

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