Lyric Crept And We Came
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Ready be off em in a coffin, and a all ll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily
pumpin must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil Ripsta realer off and better
often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish
ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin shells. You re bloody
murder murdered. Comin to serve ya, runnin with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.
Krayzie:
Krayzie s on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick
up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin this rap thang,
now. Never takin no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my
daily thang. Nigga, don t hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat em in gutters. Me stick em.
Me stuck em. We murdered em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say,
give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin that llello, 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.
Layzie:
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin up outta me
hometown. Me hate to be leavin the glock-glock, now, but I m livin so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin like trues,
give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim.
Nigga done jumped in the game. It s straight up confusion, cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily,
even more 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. Thuggin in my murderous ways. Praisin the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta em,
killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we
rollin with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we
came.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Wish:
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin with the same trues
thuggin on the Glock-glock. Ain t shit changed. Buck em. Fuck em. Put em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta.
Nigga, don t be tryin no dumb shit; Bone s still pumpin them daily slugs at ya. Creepin up outta the hood, roll to the West
Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin on the nine nine, reachin for my nine, reachin for your shit, wish you
would. Pumpin them slugs, put em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that s your life. Nigga, it s like that
when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin down the Clair, gettin much love, needin mo bud,
gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin my gauge to
your throat.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Flesh:
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin them bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us.
We the muthafuckin thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain,
swang, gotta kick em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I m off the hook when I
put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You re wrong. On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome.
Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I m comin up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find
they time to grind. Droppin the dime, packin the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone
got a game, man. We crept and we came.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Ready be off em in a coffin, and a all ll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily
pumpin must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil Ripsta realer off and better
often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish
ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin shells. You re bloody
murder murdered. Comin to serve ya, runnin with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.
Krayzie:
Krayzie s on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick
up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin this rap thang,
now. Never takin no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my
daily thang. Nigga, don t hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat em in gutters. Me stick em.
Me stuck em. We murdered em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say,
give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin that llello, 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.
Layzie:
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin up outta me
hometown. Me hate to be leavin the glock-glock, now, but I m livin so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin like trues,
give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim.
Nigga done jumped in the game. It s straight up confusion, cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily,
even more 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. Thuggin in my murderous ways. Praisin the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta em,
killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we
rollin with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we
came.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Wish:
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin with the same trues
thuggin on the Glock-glock. Ain t shit changed. Buck em. Fuck em. Put em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta.
Nigga, don t be tryin no dumb shit; Bone s still pumpin them daily slugs at ya. Creepin up outta the hood, roll to the West
Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin on the nine nine, reachin for my nine, reachin for your shit, wish you
would. Pumpin them slugs, put em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that s your life. Nigga, it s like that
when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin down the Clair, gettin much love, needin mo bud,
gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin my gauge to
your throat.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Flesh:
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin them bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us.
We the muthafuckin thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain,
swang, gotta kick em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I m off the hook when I
put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You re wrong. On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome.
Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I m comin up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find
they time to grind. Droppin the dime, packin the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone
got a game, man. We crept and we came.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin for safety, we make it and chill.
