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Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with
up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out

A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
Irv Gotti
Game back on his shit, I'm enemies with everybody
Game cook crack, transform to Yayo
The new Suge Knight nigga, minus the K, yo!
I keep
swoled up
Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners
And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it; I
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
the drugs and thugs meet 

Yo  I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks 
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox 
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain 
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50 

[repeat]

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
do?
Set it off

[Snoop Dogg]
Niggas pop mo' shit while we drop mo' shit
Continuously, nigga nigga please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees
You
boom on top boom, boom gat for gat 
And all the rules got the drop on you 
And let the nickel nine pop on you 

Yo, my crew in the front got it
I don't give a fuck about the nigga sellin' crack
All I know, he better put some back
Robbin' the community, yo that's whack
You robbin' a Benz?
nigga whatcha gon' do?
Set it off

[Snoop Dogg]
Niggaz pop mo' shit while we drop mo' shit
Continuously, nigga nigga please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies