text: You have now tuned in to your girlfriends favorite DJ, DJ Creep
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  Want to know how I did this shit, want to know how real my shit is, nigga go read the motherfucking newspaper you trick-ass nigga
  Im stuck in jail 
  Murderous mind state, cant keep my nine straight
  Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
  Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
  Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
  Untouchable mob of pistol packers
  Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
  Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
  Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
  Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
  My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
  Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
  Aint scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
  Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
  They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see
  Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
  Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, Im dumpin
  Untouchable riders, murdering niggas
  Youll never stop me!)
  Ha! Scared to die
  Youll all get shot!)
  The country bud got me chokin
  Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
  Yeah that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8 shot fifth
  Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
  Dont you know that killing is thrilling
  All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
  A born gangster my daddy was a thug
  Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
  So when he licked shots
  Niggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
  A little nigga tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes
  Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos for me
  Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster
  Got the Mac .11s swingin from my shoulder
  Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
  Im livin in a house of pain
  My niggas crooked though it seems
  My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream
  A made nigga; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire
  Will not retire til Im paid, turn the base up higher
  When we ride, we fly by, bitches blow me kisses
  Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
  From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die
  Rolling with niggas from Long Beach to Long Isl
  I hardly smile cause my heart froze
  Once I; commence my show rip apart foes
  And now I, got One Nation its a crooked compilation
  Just to end the bullshit, lets get back to money making
  Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house
  My shit is so wicked when I flip, niggas closing their mouth
  The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug
  Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a nigga love, Outlaw!