Creepin lyrics

[Verse 1]
Late at night, on the creep, ballin' down Jackson Street
Lookin' at my mirror I discovered some n*ggas that's followin' me
So I hit my turn and see them get in their car and make a quick left
Ballin' down Watkins, 'cause I'm uh-uh', thinkin' I need some help
Pulled up on the corner, saw my brother Big Jook he keep that thang
I asked him what's up with these n*ggas that's followin' me in the black Mustang
Slowly the top drop, out came the .40 Glock
I knew they weren't bullsh*ttin' when I heard the first few shots
Mane, I'm just out runnin' and the gunner, mane, tryna kill me
For what? I really don't know, I guess they love to testin' me
Glock nineteen, sweet dreams, then I commits to blast
He hit that thang 'til about hunnid, turned around, heard a crash
Uh-oh, that b*tch hit a pole
So I gotta get a Benelli
No buckshots
Slinga then I ran to the car 'cause they can't get far
When my ride's on the scene he escaped from the car
God damn, where in the f*ck he go?
Lookin' and scopin', I really don't know
Seein' his jealous ass run through the path
So I commenceded to blastin' his ass
One of 'em is dead, two of 'em in the Med
One he got away, the other one; he bled
Fortnight blowin' 'cause he ain't right talkin'
And I gotta get sure he ain't gonna die
[Verse 2]
Laid back, kicked back at my crib, Lil Yo thinking about hittin' that white
I'm watching channel thirteen news for the n*ggas I kill at night
They got my description on the news, what I'm gonna do
They got my size, my height, my weight, my age and it's so true
I have nothing to lose, livin' in the [?] on the run
I'm tellin' you the truth from me to you, this not no fun
I'm constantly having dreams, late at night 'bout evil thoughts
And plus I heard detectives found some evidence I lost
All of the sudden, out the of blue
Negative thoughts done run through my mind
One of them b*tches got away and he is gon' try to make me do some time
And them other two b*tches up in ICU in critical condition
I'm gonna get them trizzicks [?] and I finish my mission
I load up the thirty-two rounds then throw on my desert gloves
I'm so high, super high, so high I'm seein' murder slugs
I know where he stay, I'm on my way
I'm goin' through a thang
I'm goin' insizzane in the junky thang, just to get him mane

[Verse 3]
I had a description of a fellow friend that his family know
Went in the visitin' room then I slit the n*ggas throat
I didn't have to get the other n*gga 'cause he died (Ain't that so sad?)
Another black brother crucified
I finished my mission, but still I'm hopin' and wishin'
That the po-po catch up with your kind
They find no evidence ever hit the fizin' (Fizzin)
b*tches, I hit the cizzut, got stizzout, I hit the gate
Gotta get this other trick that was ridin' with the click but the trick escaped
I'm thinkin' 'bout a crime scene, I gotta peel this n*gga's cap
Ballin' in the fire hit his ass with a nina Glock c*cked back in my lap
I see a cizzop, blood, it popped a Y, I'm at the light
Instead of makin' a left, I got on the side and made a right
I did a U-turn and rubber burned from my tire
I'm goin' insizzane in the junky thang, the b*tch must die
I ride down the street but damn, I got my house confused
I'm havin' flashbacks so I tune into Eyewitness News