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lirik lagu creep fast – twista feat. t-pain

police, we have a search warrant, freeze
c’mon, c’mon, t-pain, t-pain, it’s twista
come this way, c’mon, we gotta creep fast, c’mon

watch as i hit it through the middle of the city in the chevy
and i’m ready with the woofers that’ll flip your block
and i got the tick and a machete for the n-gg-s actin’ petty
get to talkin’ an’ i’m a heat up your block

if you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys
better bring the noise, i’m a pump both up with ammunition
bodies i be hittin’ when i get to spittin’
everybody shoulda broke and ain’t n-body listen so now i

roll ’em 24s when i’m on your tip
they don’t know who i am, ain’t no body talkin’ sh-t
tell me when did they ever think that i was a hoe
’cause i got killas with me crips, bloods, g’s and folks

and we be focused on the paper
when we be up in the kitchen
when we thinkin’ about the money
on the steady come up

and i got the n-gg-s that be ready for
whatever with a whole war chest if a n-gg- run up
ak 47, desert eagle, sk, mac 11
for the n-gg-s that’ll try to run up

n-gg- what ya want i’m a bone thug
get you while your sleepin’
’cause you know i’m creepin’ on ah come up

motherf-ckers actin’ like they don’t know me
but they know just who i am
i’m a motherf-ckin’ killa gorilla n-gg-
you better act like you understand
’cause i’m a killer, a m-ss murda
the realest n-gg- that you ever heard of

motherf-ckers actin’ like they don’t know the deal
but they know just what to do
everybody talkin’ in the streets so you know
that i’m comin’ straight for you
i’m a killa, a m-ss murda
the realest n-gg- that you ever heard of

quit the playin’ n-gg- and get over on the twista
i’m a see you when i see you and i wouldn’t want to be you
got the desert eagle when i’m rollin’ in the regal
and i’m lookin’ at you evil through the eye of a needle

not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter
feel the heat of twista when i’m bustin’ at your whip
i get a burglar when i be comin’ for your sh-t
i’m a get you for your goods when i run up in your crib

tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe?
don’t make me have to smack this ugly b-tch in her face
is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor?
just let me know so that i can hit it up ’cause i gots to go

’cause i gotta throw it so i had to lick on them n-gg-s
’cause it used to be that if i had to hit ’em, i’ma get ’em
never ride a burgundy lamborghini murciã©lago
through the city because i know that’ll kill ’em

averagin’ a 100 yards a game my compet-tion
better back up i’m the e runnin’ back
n-gg-s that ain’t ready get the machete
for the lyrical jason of rap i’ma keep comin’ back

the lyrical -ss-ssin the pocket i got in
i be attackin’ the track and i got a package of the good
see a legendary representator for the city
’cause i put it down ever since i been rappin’ in the hood

17 years of goin’ and flowin’ and showin’
these n-gg-s when it come to beaten me n-body could
i was spittin’ venom ever sense the days ugk been rappin’
and talkin’ about puttin’ diamonds on the wood

pullin’ up in a old cadillac before i got some thangs
and i got that gwap and the numba one spot now i ride a range
and because i spit that crack is the reason we got some change
and if we ain’t makin’ money off rap then we got them thangs

got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15’s
a 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
how i win it by makin’ a 100 every summer
pullin’ up in the hummer can make a n-gg- so sick

how we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin’ fans
is only because a n-gg- flows sick
showin’ no debate everybody know i’m great
any motherf-ckers that hate can suck my d-ck

- twista feat t pain

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