Twista — Creep Fast (feat. T-Pain)

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Police, we have a search warrant, freeze
C’mon, c’mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it’s Twista
Come this way, c’mon, we gotta creep fast, c’mon

Watch as I hit it through the middle of the city in the Chevy
And I’m ready with the woofers that’ll flip your block
And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin’ petty
Get to talkin’ an’ I’m a heat up your block

If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys
Better bring the noise, I’m a pump both up with ammunition
Bodies I be hittin’ when I get to spittin’
Everybody shoulda broke and ain’t nobody listen so now I

Roll ’em 24s when I’m on your tip
They don’t know who I am, ain’t no body talkin’ shit
Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe
‘Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G’s and folks

And we be focused on the paper
When we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin’ about the money
On the steady come up

And I got the niggas that be ready for
Whatever with a whole war chest if a nigga run up
AK 47, desert eagle, SK, Mac 11
For the niggas that’ll try to run up

Nigga what ya want I’m a bone thug
Get you while your sleepin’
‘Cause you know I’m creepin’ on ah come up

Motherfuckers actin’ like they don’t know me
But they know just who I am
I’m a motherfuckin’ killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
‘Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin’ like they don’t know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin’ in the streets so you know
That I’m comin’ straight for you
I’m a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Quit the playin’ nigga and get over on the Twista
I’m a see you when I see you and I wouldn’t want to be you
Got the desert eagle when I’m rollin’ in the regal
And I’m lookin’ at you evil through the eye of a needle

Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter
Feel the heat of Twista when I’m bustin’ at your whip
I get a burglar when I be comin’ for your shit
I’m a get you for your goods when I run up in your cri

Tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe?
Don’t make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face
Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor?
Just let me know so that I can hit it up ’cause I gots to go

‘Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas
‘Cause it used to be that if I had to hit ’em, I’ma get ’em
Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Murci

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