[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