Z-Ro feat. Cl'Che Creepin' Lyrics

Z-Ro Tolerance Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Go to War
  • 2 Real Niggaz
  • 3 Creepin'
  • 4 Party
  • 5 I'm a Gangsta
  • 6 Stranger in the Midst
  • 7 Keep Runnin
  • 8 Who Could It Be
  • 9 Jus' a Hoe
  • 10 Ain't Havin None of That Bullshit
  • 11 Shelter in the Storm
  • 12 Time and Again
  • 13 Move Around
  • [Chorus: x2]
    Creeping, with the sawed off
    In a rage, bo'guard blowing *****s balls off
    I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline
    Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

    [Z-Ro]
    Creeping with my automatic, running round
    Laying ************s down, straight up causing havoc any day
    I done gone insane in the brain, ************s in my face
    Claiming that I owe them something man, don't let me catch no case
    I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off
    You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they balls off
    Anybody ***** ***** don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski
    Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw no
    Pulling a gun on all why'all, disrespect me and fall down
    This here my neck of the woods, where you goin' go who you goin' call now
    Military minded, I's a **********ing soldier
    And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja

    [Chorus: x2]

    [Cl'Che]
    Right now I got the ****, that'll blow your balls off
    And all this hating talking down, make a ***** want to snatch your tongue out
    I'm creepin' with the sawed off, creepin' on hoes and careful what they talkin' bout
    I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh
    I'm from the South, I'm breaking these *****es off
    Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
    In your tape deck, these ************s been duty click and rest
    I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check
    That's why I'm creeping with my *****, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killer
    You heard them guerrillas, we hurt you to make you feel us
    Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away
    Cause you don't want to **** with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now

    [Chorus: x2]

    [Z-Ro]
    Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me
    Cause ain't no telling when a ***** *****, try to tun up on me
    I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton
    Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting
    In need of medical attention, lifting up ************s like I'm bench pressing
    Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching
    Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'
    Nickel and D slide in the do', that ***** there my ***** heart Lil' Ro
    Picking me ***** I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
    Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap
    Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier
    Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja

    [Chorus: x2]

    [Z-Ro]
    Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets
    Me keep me sawed off, right next to me
    Watching a set of *****es, show they breasts to me
    With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything
    Bet I could hit a home run, ***** let me swing
    Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun
    And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one

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