(feat. Black Knights, Christbearer, Thea)    [Chorus: Thea]  Creep, creep, creep  Catch them while they sleep  Empty every shell from your clip  Knock them off their feet    [Crisis]  These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too  Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral  Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'  Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling  Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret  Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya  Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi  Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently  One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot  That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked  Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole  And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul    [Chorus]    [Christbearer]  Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)  Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way  A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K  And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.  When Track died, Mack cried  Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide  I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon  Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June  The city's full of Crips  AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)  Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips  If any, not many, academic scholarships    [Doc Doom]  Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission  With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton  Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription  Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions  Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing  Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence  The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions  Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman    [Chorus]    [Chorus II: Thea]  Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze  Make them Swiss cheese  Empty every shell from your clip  Knock them off their feet    [RZA]  You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out  Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out  Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out  Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out  In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck  Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck  Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business  All you suckas, get the scissors  You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland  I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman  Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman  You suckas is useless like old New York tokens  Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed  You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed  Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure  MC's tremble when they hear the name of us  Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys  The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee  No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me  King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy    [Monk]  Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy  Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me  Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow  Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo  It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments  Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment  It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down  Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound    [Chorus]    [Chorus II]