We Creep lyrics

[Chorus]
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot

[Verse 1: Evil Son]
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
The n*gga they call the Evil Son, leavin' you numb
You n*ggas can't run, blowin' you up like in Vietnam
Torture your body, your souls I take
When I unleash the rap of my 9 milli slug
Leaving your body in a pool, redrum
Evil Son calling you, n*ggas so calm
Look into the eyes of the mask when I blast
Leaving your body lying dead in the grass
Crucifix cutting you up like Freddy
Blessing you with this holy machete
Deadly dreams, I'm hearing sirens
As I hear these silent screams
One, two? We coming for you
Evil Son known as a demonic fiend
Diminishing you with a blink of an eye
Your body giving off a smell
Walking through Four Corners
Just like walking through the gates of hell
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
This psychopath’s going into a rage
Crucifix holding you down
As I slice you up with razor-blades
Boil your skin, I have no friends
I’m giggling with an evil grin
Taking control of your soul is so bold
Sticking a pitchfork up your nose
Glance into this crystal ball
Busters end up meetin' they maker
Evil son and Crucifix
Taking your soul ’cause we're the soul takers
[Verse 2: Crucifix]
You f*cked up, it's time for cap peelin'
You talking ’bout fighting, I'm talkin' 'bout killin'
Crucifix in this b*tch for the '96
You talking that sh*t, now you gonna die b*tch
We coming out hard cracking slugs, what's up?
Run for your life, in your back catch a slug
'99 saber, I'm just full of anger
Blow like some bombs, you come and get some
n*ggas I'm jacking, my mind is just snapping
Who gon' be hit? The wig always split
Don't come with no talk, Crucifix got a yawk
Crushing your legs to the point you can't walk
That handicap sign on the back of your ride
You can die, Crucifix gon' be alive
Blood is showing, your heart gon' be blown
Up out of your chest as I put you to rest
The devil keep telling me kill every busta
Crucifix gotta do what Satan say
Crucifix blowing these n*ggas away
In the midst of a river, your body gon' lay
I'm barrin' no busta or punk motherf*cker
Bruisin' my knuckle while serving these suckas
Listen to me as I talk to myself
I promise you bustas gon' meet your death
Walk through the night with a devil look on my face
Mass murderer leaving no trace
Scared of the dark, claimin' you hard
Taking your souls, souls I take
Scoping the scene with an infrared beam
Slicing and dicing, I'm fond of a guillotine
Bring your dreams and watch 'em diminish
Empty my clips and still I ain't finished
[Chorus]
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot

[Verse 3: BigYo]
Straight up outta Riverside
Holding my motherf*cking di*k
A blunt in my face, drinking a quart
Hollerin' Riverside, b*tch
Pants sagging, drinking, laughing
Checking n*ggas on the cut
Crenshaw(?) killers, Riverside n*ggas
Players just don't give a f*ck
f*ck you f*ck no f*ck them f*ck them
I don't give a motherf*ck
This ain't no studio gangsta sh*t
But mane, this sh*t is straight up Riverside
Hoe, b*tch, the home of the killers, players, pimps
Hustlers, shooters, real big di*k gorillas on the corner
Set the track we jacking b*tches cause they talk sh*t
We don't ever hesitate we've got to get up in they sh*t
Comin' in packs in black ski-masks
Gonna blast yo ass real fast then (?)
(?) back to the track (?) Riverside dissin' b*tch
Crenshaw was my other set
Climbing through the thirty show
9-6 n*ggas running sh*t all over nina tho
Player ain't gonna bring it real
f*ck a gangster fairytale
Scopin' out these hoes
f*ck these n*ggas give 'em farewell
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Who can you run to? Once your surrounded by n*ggas with Tecs
Soul takers on the quest, time to collect licks, f*ck respect
My sweat, dripping off of your face
Lightning it's so frightening
To me it's exciting, chasing white folks through the woods
When they fall, you know it's all good
Michael Myers, set 'em on fire
Lighter fluid, there's nothing to it
Look up to the moon, I can see it's kind of full
My hair grows long as I turn into a werewolf
Chase 'em just like Jason
Gotta have more than a gun for this leprechaun
As I say, wanna play?
Bloodlust sugar, take your soul like Chucky
Scary looking knife, baby don't be surprised
When I wake up on the morning, someone dead on the news
Got mud on my shoes, but I swear I was asleep
Bloodshed leaving clues, like I don't tell the truth
Witchcraft, as quick as the hoe will bewitch
Tommy Wright will leave a n*gga in a ditch
Soul takers, back breakers, like Lex Luthor
My idol Freddy Krueger
Tales from the grim reaper, saw the crypt keeper
Gotta let me know when to kill
Norman Bates can wait, so I shot him up a bit
As he bled, we called Pinhead
Went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror
No care, say Candyman name 5 times
Grab my Smith & Wesson, flicked on the light
Tommy Wright didn't have no reflection

[Chorus]
I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face
We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot