I'm creeping and peeping these niggas lame ass game that they trying to run on me, they dont really realize, that they knocking on heaven door step,fucking with the black angel of death, if they keep trying to plot on me,you bitches going see,what I'm capable of doing with mic as a automatic clip,I use my mic as a toolie, two burn a big hole in you niggas chest,until it's nothen left,so if you dont want that drama in your life,I suggest that you bitch niggas move around before I catch a case,leaving black bodies bags,like I lost my mind,spit about a hundred rounds on you bitchass niggas, I'm creeping and I'm peeping these niggas lameass game you tryin to run on me,out her in these ghetto streets,that get your ass blaze up just like a fire joint,for tryin to pull a stunt on me,you best believe that get your ass find in the streets dead and stinking, I just caught a fresh bodie,for you niggas trying to run that bullshit game on me out here in these ghetto streets, you niggas dont want to see me,when we cross paths,that be the last time that you niggas lay eyes on me,lay eyes on me,I'm creeping and I'm peeping these niggas with their lame ass game,game,game,game,that shit is lame,lame,lame,