UNKLE_Heavy Drug歌词 Heavy DrugLRC歌词

[ti:Creep]\r
[ar:RZA]\r
[al:Digi Snacks]\r
[by: ]\r
[00:02.00]RZA - Creep\r
[00:03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang\r
[00:04.00]@ @\r
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[04:14.96][02:23.64][01:09.37][00:07.16]Creep, creep, creep\r
[04:17.71][02:2***8][01:12.17][00:10.28]Catch them while they sleep\r
[04:33.13][04:20.79][02:41.90][02:29.52][01:15.24][00:13.46]Empty every shell from your clip\r
[04:36.28][04:24.21][02:45.00][02:32.62][01:18.91][00:1***6]Knock them off their feet\r
[00:31.50]These streets that we maneuver through,\r
[00:33.81]aint nothing you familiar too\r
[00:35.42]Dont talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral\r
[00:38.01]Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin\r
[00:41.19]Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling\r
[00:43.40]Even if you aint street, then we creepin, it aint no secret\r
[00:47.22]Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya\r
[00:50.82]Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi\r
[00:53.77]Crisis the Sharpshooter, Imma lay em down gently\r
[00:56.59]One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot\r
[00:59.45]Thats why some keep they shit on safety,\r
[01:01.44]others keep they hammers cocked\r
[01:03.35]Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole\r
[01:05.97]And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul\r
[01:21.45]Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)\r
[01:24.13]Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way\r
[01:28.29]A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K\r
[01:30.74]And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.\r
[01:33.82]When Track died, Mack cried\r
[01:36.91]Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide\r
[01:39.95]I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon\r
[01:43.04]Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June\r
[01:46.21]The citys full of Crips\r
[01:48.78]AKs, four-fives, mac-11s, full of clips (Long Beach)\r
[01:53.13]Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips\r
[01:55.62]If any, not many, academic scholarships\r
[01:58.66]Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission\r
[02:01.62]With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton\r
[02:04.53]Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription\r
[02:07.62]Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions\r
[02:10.78]Truly, Im the one the West is really missing\r
[02:14.08]Your shit is garbo, I kill you off with one sentence\r
[02:17.29]The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions\r
[02:20.18]Dont listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman\r
[04:26.77][02:35.64]Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze\r
[04:30.02][02:38.83]Make them Swiss cheese\r
[02:47.66]You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out\r
[02:51.08]Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out\r
[02:54.25]Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out\r
[02:57.23]Leaving blood on your shirt, you cant get the stain out\r
[03:00.29]In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a ****\r
[03:03.41]Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck\r
[03:06.53]Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business\r
[03:10.45]All you suckas, get the scissors\r
[03:12.83]You dont work like you broke and keep AKs like Im Oakland\r
[03:15.92]I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman\r
[03:19.07]Bobby, covered in ice, like its Frosty the Snowman\r
[03:22.04]You suckas is useless like old New York tokens\r
[03:25.09]Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed\r
[03:28.32]You aint worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed\r
[03:31.37]Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure\r
[03:34.32]MCs tremble when they hear the name of us\r
[03:37.42]Puffin Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys\r
[03:40.55]The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee\r
[03:43.60]No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac cant describe me\r
[03:46.74]King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy\r
[03:49.93]Comptons where you can find me in the hood, so grimy\r
[03:53.05]Run laps on these tracks, its a fact, you can time me\r
[03:56.21]Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow\r
[03:59.46]Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo\r
[04:02.22]Its simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments\r
[04:05.66]Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment\r
[04:08.29]Its over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down\r
[04:11.71]Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound\r
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