Master P - Late Night Creepin Song Lyrics By Master P

Late Night Creepin - Master P Song Lyrics

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Verse 1 (master p) Four niggas in the chev and we all strapped Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with Master p killa murder motherfucking lunatic With the giggety giggety nine Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine Break you off something proper bitch Ask me where Im from the manor central soutside of the rich Worry niggas cant stand me Cause Im known on the turf for serving Them fiends that fucking killa candy Break em off as I creep slow But if you run up on the p Yeah you know you get your ass smoked 12 oclock and my beeper still beeping On my way to the northside late night creeping (chorus) Late night creeping (creeping) Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing The dope fiends be begging me for crack Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats Verse 2 (master p) Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang A nigga slang dope, but the p I dont gang bang Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh Play a game called show and tell And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel Cause slipping is a no no And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo Ill leave a bitch dead and broke Check a hoe, I aint no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe So with my nine I be sleeping Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping (chorus) Verse 3 (master p, lilric) I cant sleep at night my mind start playing tricks Im having nightmares the ghettos trying to kill me bitch Im paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack Im addicted to money and bitches hella disturb A ounce of dank, thatll calm a nigga nerves I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal Im a bounce your ass just like a basketball And with a pigs blood, write your name up on the wall So make your fucking death wish And why you dead Im gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch Im a let you know life in the rich aint no joke So dont you coming riding without your straps hoe And you know the rich is known for busting caps Diggety zap the p put the rich on the giggety map Lil ric Yeah, back at that ass once again there Its your nigga lil ric, creepin through the windows Getting him for whatever I can get Now its time for my niggas to ride And let this shit fuckin clear Verse 4 (big ed) Late night creeping big ed and master p P has got his tech I got my nine next to me Cause niggas like to jack and in the bay it never stops But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox Or run up ya like emmitt Hitting like bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage Because a niggas like loced Run on up, Ill call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked I aint no joker g cause Im tru And everybody in my crew a tru g too I thought you knew motherfucker Im the type of nigga thatll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat P, Im gone put this fucking nigga on his back Im a show you why they sleeping Cause its me and p and we late night creeping (chorus)

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