《Creepin’》歌词

[00:00:02] RZA - Creep

[00:00:07] Creep, creep, creep

[00:00:10] Catch them while they sleep

[00:00:13] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:00:16] Knock them off their feet

[00:00:31] These streets that we maneuver through,

[00:00:33] Ain't nothing you familiar too

[00:00:35] Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral

[00:00:38] Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'

[00:00:41] Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling

[00:00:43] Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret

[00:00:47] Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya

[00:00:50] Off whiskey, pop up and bong that a** like Bob Digi

[00:00:53] Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently

[00:00:56] One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot

[00:00:59] That's why some keep they sh*t on safety,

[00:01:01] Others keep they hammers cocked

[00:01:03] Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole

[00:01:05] And if a ni**a ready to retire, we retiring his soul

[00:01:09] Creep, creep, creep

[00:01:12] Catch them while they sleep

[00:01:15] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:01:18] Knock them off their feet

[00:01:21] Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)

[00:01:24] Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way

[00:01:28] A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K

[00:01:30] And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.

[00:01:33] When Track died, Mack cried

[00:01:36] Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide

[00:01:39] I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon

[00:01:43] Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June

[00:01:46] The city's full of Crips

[00:01:48] AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)

[00:01:53] Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips

[00:01:55] If any, not many, academic scholarships

[00:01:58] Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission

[00:02:01] With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton

[00:02:04] Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription

[00:02:07] Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions

[00:02:10] Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing

[00:02:14] Your sh*t is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence

[00:02:17] The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions

[00:02:20] Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman

[00:02:23] Creep, creep, creep

[00:02:26] Catch them while they sleep

[00:02:29] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:02:32] Knock them off their feet

[00:02:35] Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

[00:02:38] Make them Swiss cheese

[00:02:41] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:02:45] Knock them off their feet

[00:02:47] You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out

[00:02:51] Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out

[00:02:54] Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out

[00:02:57] Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out

[00:03:00] In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a f**k

[00:03:03] Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck

[00:03:06] Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business

[00:03:10] All you suckas, get the scissors

[00:03:12] You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland

[00:03:15] I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman

[00:03:19] Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman

[00:03:22] You suckas is useless like old New York tokens

[00:03:25] Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed

[00:03:28] You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed

[00:03:31] Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure

[00:03:34] MC's tremble when they hear the name of us

[00:03:37] Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys

[00:03:40] The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee

[00:03:43] No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me

[00:03:46] King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy

[00:03:49] Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy

[00:03:53] Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me

[00:03:56] Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow

[00:03:59] Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo

[00:04:02] It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments

[00:04:05] Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment

[00:04:08] It's over, foreclosure, your sh*t is shut down

[00:04:11] Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound

[00:04:14] Creep, creep, creep

[00:04:17] Catch them while they sleep

[00:04:20] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:04:24] Knock them off their feet

[00:04:26] Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

[00:04:30] Make them Swiss cheese

[00:04:33] Empty every shell from your clip

[00:04:36] Knock them off their feet