[Chorus]:   In the streets, I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my business, mayne   I stay on the low-low   Say they really, really fake   Can't mess wit' you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low      [Verse 1]:   Mo' money, yeah, mo' problems   What Biggie said it look like it true   Used to be my homeboy   But now I'm paid so they tryna sue   My garage got Jaguars   My garage look like a zoo   Middle finger up for the haters   Hope the hater here isn't you   Super-cool, that's real cool   You can feel like you gotta friend   But I ain't trusting my money counter   And that's the reason I count again   You saw the Forbes, yeah   I'm suspicious   Thinking everybody wanna take my riches   Can't take my money out my account   Cuz my bank teller get motion sickness   Back and forth, back back and forth   From in the streets or right back in court   Candy car built like a tank   And my crib built like a fort   Let's go to war   I ain't George Bush   I promise ya'll I'm gon' be prepared   Cuz I ain't trusting my weapon either   And that's the reason I keep a spare      [Chorus]:   In the streets, I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my business, mayne   I stay on the low-low   Say they really, really fake   Can't mess wit' you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low      [Verse 2]:   I ain't hangin' with none of y'all   Win the Grammy, thank God and family   And all of you I'm gon' leave out   If you don't like it, then peace out   Look around and I see doubt   I been known to get to the president like Barack is on speed-dial   Yeah, it's all about me now   Don't want ya and don't need ya   You don't grind and get to the money   And you ain't hungry, I won't feed ya   I ain't hangin' with no hater, no faker, no diva   I do it big and they say they did   And tryna take my credit like stole Visa   If it's lonely at the top (top), I'd rather be alone   Cuz the closest people to ya   The ones who gonna do ya wrong   Backstabbing me for a broad   I promise that I will lose no sleep   Cuz Jenny Craig can be your freak   But my bank account gon' stay obese      [Chorus]:   In the streets, I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my business, mayne   I stay on the low-low   Say they really, really fake   Can't mess wit' you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low      [Verse 3 - Ludacris]:   I be, creeping lower than low   Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro   Chokin', lokin', never provokin'   But the trunk'll get popped and I'll open the do'   Lungs full of smoke, got me slower than slow   Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go   So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah!)   Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'   Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow   Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla goods   How much wood could a wood chuck chuck   If a wood chuck could chuck wood, grain   Grippin' on the wheel   Turn it, turn it   Blow another stack   I earned it, earned it   Blow another amp   Pull another tramp   Light another blunt   Burn it, burn it   Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up   Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em and aim it up   Bang it up, off in the sky   Catch me rollin' off in the ride   26 inches, leave 'em defenseless   45 always tucked in the side   Open your eyes, see me cruisin'   Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep losing   Plus I'm, the pimp of the year   Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing   Look at all the hoes you losing   Then look at all the game I got   And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low   Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block!      [Chorus]:   In the streets, I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my business, mayne   I stay on the low-low   Say they really, really fake   Can't mess wit' you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low   Creepin' on the low-low   Creepin' on the low-low   I be rollin', I be rollin' solo   I'm creepin' on the low      Holla at me haters!