[Chorus: DMX]
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
cause you know f***n what these streets'll be
Make you wanna. then I'm gonna.
cause I gotta. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!).
I look through the 11th floor window
Take one last puff of the indo (WHAT?)
Look through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh)
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (UH)
Outside I breathe safe (UH)
Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (WHAT?)
Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (WHAT?)
Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight)
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uhh)
Stop you in your motherf***n tracks nigga and drop you (uhh)
Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run
but I'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be
left with a head full of lead, restin easily (WHOO)
And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (C'MON!)