Creep - Mobb Deep, 50 Cent

That’s that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode

Don’t come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah

It’s crazy on this side, come through, gun through

Oh, ya man live out here, don’t go and get comfortable

Don’t know what he told you ain’t sweet around here

And I don’t care what he told you ain’t sweet around here

See you riding that infinity, now that’s not fair

What’s that a 2006?

Okay

Playboy we got balls that ain’t made all day

You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah

We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us

Letting' that slide’s not up for debate

Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait

She don’t know right now but trust me the bitch bait

I won’t get all in the business that shorty is mad cool

My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to

First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you

And takin' what’s yours, first thing we ask you is

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy

Fuck brought ya ass around here

This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like niggas got something' to live for around here

You ask me all these rappers is bums

Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun

I mean really, y’all got to be the most worst

Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse

We emerge on the scene

Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling

Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so

But once we get in the air that’s a wrap bro

Our songs good to go straight to the radio

Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow

We Americas most dangerous to have fans

New York, New York, we the kings of the dam

We party too much and smoke too much grass

And we never see the bright side we only see the bad

Fuck all that, it’s a lot of niggas dead

And I wont let 'em get me how they got them

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy

Fuck brought ya ass around here

This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like niggas got something' to live for around here

Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel

Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel

Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot

When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that’s crack

Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat

Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', «Where the money at?»

My hood Southside, riders ride that’s right

Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know

Shit it ain’t about the dough I ain’t really with it yo

Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat

I ain’t say wassup to you, nigga you don’t know me

I’m on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine

Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit

Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks

Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps

Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy

Fuck brought ya ass around here

This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here

Like niggas got something' to live for around here