Creepin’ Quick lyrics

[Intro: Kee-Wee]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Creepin' quick, on these tricks
Creepin' quick, on these tricks
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Creepin' quick, on these tricks
Creepin' quick, on these tricks

[Chorus: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n*gga should 

[Verse 1: Player 1]
Busters is droppin' it off, and now it's mine, ho
Showin' off that you got a lot of dough, pullin' out a fat bankroll
Then I put the snub nose to your f*ckin' nose, like a goin-on-a-stang pro
Player 1 is goin' out for the motherf*ckin' nine-four
Got to say a rhyme, ho, after I do my time though
Seven months in jail, sittin in the cell with Player 2, partner in crime, bro
Rob us for a kilo, a motherf*ckin' no-no
We blastin' at your ass, hangin' out my sunroof window
And yellin' at you that this is Player1, ho
Unloadin' on that b*tch, and then I'm ridin' off in the Bronco
Blood your body, and cut your f*ckin' knee and feet
Layin' on the concrete, rollin' down the street
Little Priest is packin' heat, b*tch

[Chorus: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n*gga should

[Verse 2: Bloodybones]
Got my Glock .9, c*ck mine, pop a n*gga, drop time
Shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every dime
I thought you already knew? I guess you don't really know
We rob you like a ho, split your wig, then we split your dough
So it don't even do no good to ball off, Player1's got the sawed-off, and will blow your ass off
n*ggas that be splurgin', talkin' sh*t, just keep braggin'
They'll be puttin' your ass together, in the back of the meat wagon
Yeah, this is Player 2, also known as Bloodybones
I click like a nine in my thoughts because my mind gone
Leavin' n*ggas on the curb, coughin' up blood at me
The hollow point tips in the clip, so, baby, nig's can’t even f*ck with me

[Chorus: Kee-Wee & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
[Verse 3: Player 1]
Player 1 is on a mean one, totin' a machine gun
Ready to spray, but you can't tell because I just seem calm
Cool and collected, caught you unexpected
Bullets up in that "S" on your big chest for bringin' your ass to Ridgecrest
I walk off, stalk off, totin' my f*ckin' yalk off, b*tch, ho
Wrappin' your body up in the sheet, and dumpin' you over the bridge into the Mississippi
Hidin' out at Ridge Grove, kickin' it with S.O.G, and Little Real, come gettin' me high as hell
Frayser Click is gettin' thick, and the posse is gettin' thicker
You talkin' that sh*t, you gettin' your ass throwed in the river too
You n*ggas be needin' to keep a Player's name out of your mouth, ho

[Chorus: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my f*ckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n*gga should
Tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n*gga should

[Outro: Gangsta Pat]
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Shoot his ass down to the concrete