Late Night Creepin’ lyrics

Verse 1 (Master P)

Four n*ggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know b*tch who you f*cking with
Master P killa murder motherf*cking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the Glock to your dome and your sh*t will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper b*tch
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Worry n*ggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that f*cking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
Yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping

(Chorus)

Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
Verse 2 (Master P)

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A n*gga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a n*gga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the b*tch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the b*tch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a b*tch dead and broke
Check a ho, I ain't no motherf*cking got damn captain save a ho
So with my nine I be sleeping
Check it out b*tch if you catch me late night creeping

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Verse 3 (Master P, Lil'Ric)

I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me b*tch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three f*cking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and b*tches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a n*gga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your f*cking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and f*ck your b*tch
I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps ho
And you know the Rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map
Lil' Ric

Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your n*gga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my n*ggas to ride
And let this sh*t f*ckin clear

Verse 4 (Big Ed)

Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause n*ggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like Emmitt
Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a n*gga's like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you knew motherf*cker
I'm the type of n*gga that'll leave ya f*cking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, I'm gone put this f*cking n*gga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and P and we late night creeping
(Chorus)