Creepin On Ah Come Up

"Creepin On Ah Come Up"

 Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
 So to all you busters out there, beware

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Krayzie]
 Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
 Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, [bad word]  gimme your [bad word]  Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, [bad word] calm, I tried to stay thug
 Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they [bad word]  now I just can't buy my bud
 With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
 And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
 ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside
 And I can't escape, some say it's a phase
 If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge
 It's a raid. Put your face to pave
 If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
 Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
 I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
  [bad word]  you better move quick back to the safe
 if you wanna be killed try some stupid [bad word]  And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell"
 Trail to the back with the money in the sack
 Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
 Well, tickets I'm out the door
 hopped in the smug, and I break fast
 Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
 At last, [bad word] made good, and I got away smooth
 Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
 Only description is that [bad word] with that leather face, fool
 I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'
 Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
 See, a [bad word] creep on a come up

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.

[Layzie]
 See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a [bad word] feelin' down
 steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid
 Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
 That'll get a [bad word] locked the cage
 Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause
 What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a [bad word]  But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store
 Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown
 'cause tonight's the night
 Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face
 so a [bad word] can't be seen in the spotlight
 Stole two cars, and I parked one north
 Parked one east for the smooth switch
 When a [bad word] bail, how the [bad word] he gonna tell if a
 [bad word] don't dwell in the same [bad word] 
 Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
 And there's no one I can spot, so I get my [bad word] down
 Looked around through the window, and I broke the [bad word] out with a rock
 Now I jump my [bad word] in. Start to fillin' up the bag
 And a [bad word] comin' up on these diamonds
 Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings
 And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining
 Went to the cash register, broke the [bad word] open
 Grabbed all the money they had
 And a [bad word] gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
 Got to let my niggas check out my bag
 And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the [bad word] planned
 And ain't no [bad word] get brung up
 That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid
 'cause a [bad word] be creepin' on a come up

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Bizzy]
 Downin' Jamaican spliffs, little [bad word] Ripsta on this lick and bang bang
 [bad word] that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane
 Feel the murderous nerve
 this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me
 Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis
 Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me [bad word] this
 [bad word] must've been meant to be jacked, 'cau