Lyrics:
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i’ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money
of Fijians
Fear started creeping
Made me wanna hide
Little did we know
The Holy Spirit was our tour guide
Now we on the move
Double edge sword
You know what
Roads blocked make a u turn
Between me and you respect is a bridge burned
Paranoia creeping through your whole body
Till you realize the modesties
Aye yo, this is Arsenal Kerala, from the south west loud part of India
Showing some love for the boys in London, hip-hop style
South side, West
Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine --
and I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"
[Ice Cube]
How
Woman cry, chase man down street, crying
"No chuckie, no, please don't"
Another girl comes, they run along St. Andrew
Turn south on Kensington
Woman cry, chase man down street, crying
"No chuckie, no, please don't"
Another girl comes, they run along St. Andrew
Turn south on Kensington
Yeah welcome to my town
Kids creeping cribs all through the night now
Uh Yeah welcome to c town
Uh yeah yeah welcome to uh yeah boy boy huh yeah yeah
Outside nigga stop playing with me
Yea uh
Don't need no rental for this hit
We creeping up
They get a slap them niggas slip
Still ain't feeling nun
North Eastin Got my south side plug out here creeping Plus my west side bitch she be speaking She be talking to aliens, I see em I got my south side plug
you drinking
24 7 I be creeping, representing the South
Niggas think it's a game
Until I'm creeping with the sawed off
I hit a nigga with the K
And I was at home drinking rye
Feeling bad for myself again
While you was out with some other men
I was just Creeping from a distance
Creeping from
It's creeping up on me babe
I'm feelin' sober
Last call it came and it went
This party's over
I feel it giving me chills
Through all my fingers
I
sicker
On the late night on the late night
On the late night creeping solo on the late night
On the late night on the late night
On the late night creeping
say can be new
But by shaping thoughts
Attention on me grew
Til I lost track of my first self
What first self, I was left on doorstep
That's my first
the office knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it
, thank God
Is still the same
And this Boston girl says she likes it
Down here
Lovin' by the river bank with ol' Hank
'Cause the new south, thank God
Is
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
Looking
'cause that's
Play of the rules
You best to keep your ass on the ride
'Cause on the south side
G's contemplate genocide
Termination's the number 1
you deep down beneath
The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared
Go and take
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for the South
This for the porch, this for the Sip'
This for them summers, this for
South side Nigga for life
She's a south side shawty for life
Yeah
I've been tryna' get with you for a minute girl (now)
Why would I turn you down
The sentence of the midnight
You've Got no sense of war
Its creeping under your bed
Gonna burn like never before
The flicker of a moonlight
Soon
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