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Crept and We Came
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Lalo Schifrin
Lalo Schifrin
Sampled Artist
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Songwriter
DJ U-Neek
DJ U-Neek
Songwriter
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Songwriter
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Songwriter
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Connor
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
DJ U-Neek
DJ U-Neek
Producer
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Executive Producer
Tony C
Tony C
Co-Producer

Songtexte

Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill Ready be often and we coughing and, uh, all of us pray Follow me murderous guage, follow me murderous ways Steadily pumping Mossberg peelers kill you, po, po, roll silent so Pop, pop outta the window we roll, little Ripster realer stalking Better off this way, tossed off in the coffin and bagged Slang on the darkside man, bang on the darkside man Outta the thuggish ruggish city running with mail When I bail back to my lair with a 12-guage Mossberg pump and shells Yell bloody murder, murder coming to serve you Running with guts and bats and poles and if I hit the roses, I withdraw 'Cause it's on, and I crept and I came up Remember that killer, that nigga named Leatherface Now if you a thug nigga, pick up your pump and buck it But the bitch ain't done, begin to fuck it Nigga, we trust and we about to be shutting this rap thang down Never taking no shorts or losses man No way, no how popping now I step in the clique and I doubt if I change my daily thang Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas Only roll with thugsters, killers Speaking of killer, me sneak and me snuck And me murder them every time now Bodies be dug up in dumpsters, execution double nine style Hey, say give it up to the niggas Who steadily slanging that yayo, bankroll When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low Nigga should have seen the Bone done came and touched down Came up with a plan, now we creeping up outta me hometown Me hate to be leaving the Glock-Glock now But I'm living so low down, Bone gotta roll out We living like trust, give it up to the bang Always stay down for my thang And I still remain the same Never gon' change on my hood, I claim Nigga done jumped in the game It's straight up confusing because niggas be shady Nigga still gotta watch his back daily Even mine lately, but they can't break little Layzie So a nigga stay focused I gotta get paid The buddah, it run me forever me blaze Thugging in my murderous ways Prison or gauge, let the buckshots spray We Tru to this day No Shorts and No Losses was meant nigga not played (bottom line niggas) And Cleveland in your face And nigga we rolling with Ruthless in the nine For the pain, for the gain For the love of money fuck the fame We peeped game, we crept and we came Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill Bone crept and we came wit' a gang bang Told you get down for them thangs man But Bone still kicks it with the same Trues Thugging on the Glock-Glock ain't shit change Buck them, fuck them, put them in the ground way down, lay down Busta, nigga, don't be trying no dumb shit Bone still be pumping them daily slugs at you Creeping up outta the hood Rolled to the West Coast wit' this rap shit nigga made good Thinking on the nine-nine, reaching for my nine Reaching for your shit wish you would Pumping them slugs, put them in the body bag Nigga down for you cash nigga, that's your life Nigga it's like that when my shit clap One to the temple straight to the mind Bailing down the Claire Getting much love, needing my bud Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke Me meaning that yum yum dope And it ain't shit to swang some thangs Putting my gauge in your throat Stalking gat fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Ah, nigga stay down for my thang bang Sending me bullets up in the brains, ah the bustas Hustlers, so nigga never trust us We the motherfucking thugsters Strugglers, 12-gauge dumpsters, taking no shorts or no losses Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark) Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss Nigga get tossed by the boss And I'm off the when I put it down Bone Wanna fuck with a thug? Your wrong On the ground they lay when I spray that chrome Bullets they fly, niggas they die I'm coming up willing to ride got mine East 99 off inner that crime Where the thugsters find they time to grind? Dropping a dime, packing a nine, and ready to bang Pulling the trigger to blow out your brain Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Stalking got fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have to daily Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Bailing for safety, we make it and chill Bailing for safety, we make it and chill
Writer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Anthony Henderson, Tim Middleton, Bryon Mccane, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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