Creepin On Ah Come Up-Bone Thugs N Harmony

Album by: Creepin On Ah Come Up Artist by: Bone Thugs N Harmony Devilish eazy-e voice Right about now, thugs~n~harmony is on a come up, so to all you bustas out there, beware. Bizzy Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves. [*4] Krayzie Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin a bank to get rich. ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, b**ch, gimme your sh*t. fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, f**k c I tried to stay thug. got flowin skills, but ni**a, they b**ches, now I just can't buy my bud. with my steel, grabbed the 44 mag plus a sack, and I snag my leather rag. can't reveal when I gli Th the moneybag, ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin on the darkside, and I can't escape, some say its a phase. if it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge. its D. put your face to pave. if you try to play brave, youll get slayed. pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and youll be safe. I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put th In her mouth and said, b**ch, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid sh*t. and pushin that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell. ; trail to the back with the money in the sack, l Ocked em all in the vault, time to bail. well, tickets I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast. get to my pad, sit back and laugh, locd out as I flip through my cash. at last, n Made good, and I got away smooth. now, I'm straight. covered my tracks, only description is that ni**a with that leather face, fool. I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin. just wo Ur job, get paid. Ill rob ya. see, a ni**a creep on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves. [*4] Layzie See, I'm sittin in my room, and a ni**a feelin down, steady thinkin about how to get paid. gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin out murder thatll get a ni**a locked the cage. lay my head Ed, start to thinkin hard, money is the cause. what can I do me for? need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick, like robbin a jewelry store. select which one will I raid. got be head Owntown, cause tonights the night. dressed in my black, wearin makeup on my face so a ni**a can't be seen in the spotlight. stole two cars, and I parked one north, parked one east for the smo Witch. when a ni**a bail, how the f**k he gonna tell if a ni**a don't dwell in the same sh*t? climb to the roof, and I'm peepin out the scene, and theres no one I can spot. so I get my a** dow Lked around to the window, and I broke the b**ch out with a rock. now I jump my a** in. start to fillin up the bag, and a ni**a comin up on these diamonds. grabbed a couple herring bones, and Rings, and some ropes, still Thinkin how them diamonds was shining. went to the cash register, broke the b**ch open, grabbed all the money they had. and a ni**a gettin goin gone to bone, yeah, got to let my niggas check Y bag. and I got away smooth, cause I had the sh*t planned, and ain't no b******t get brung up. thats what I gotta do if I wanna get paid, cause a ni**a be creepin on ah come up. Bizzy Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves. [*4] Downin jamacian spliffs, little ni**a ripsta on this lick and bang bang. ni**a thats the clique on my brain. yet another victim, insane. feel the murderous nervethis twelve shot pump, and i Bigger gat to back me. peelin in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis. creepin in my smug, so reapin, peek into the window, let me cock this. ni**a mustve been meant to be jacke Ause here comes me hostage. up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shouldve seen her tremble. push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms. its just that simple. I took my ganjas and Em. don't gimme no hassle, b**ch! cause i've been scopin for weeks, and i know yall got some sh*t. clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin. ladies and babies scream onto Loor. shut up and listen! its a jack move, fools. give me the jewels, the d**e, the w**d, the cheese, and answer me why and you hoes is cryin, cause b**ches are dyin? blood Ot, get up! you dead!: what one of them ni Ggas said. buckshot up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red. one that callin me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness. see, made out with a smooth thirty gs. so all bodies Bleed, I need no witness. so with-a-me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug. rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the bone to give up love to me thugs. cause I done made it clean as fuc D I flees the scene with a buck buck, cause a ni**a be creepin on ah come up. Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves. [*8]