1st Infantry - The Midnight Creep lyrics

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(feat. Havoc, Twin)

[Havoc]

I give 'em to 'em gutter, straight gutter

Ain't no other way to spit it, my nizzy, just fall easy

Niggaz want a peace treaty, wanna bring the calm

But when it's on, ain't a thing that can stop the pound

Tear a fella a ass, a new ass at that

Glad to clap, never that, we had to clap

Nigga do it to they self, when they force the hand

Make me blast, how you trynna play me man

Like niggaz over here, don't get down for theirs

I need some man time, who got the fuckin' jack in here

Where, ever I leave, my head's my home

And if possible, always take my gat where I roam

These slugs'll take the bass outta niggaz voice quick

But, once we gangsta, now moist the shit

Scramble, he hit, how you like the scenery bitch

Keep ya eyes on my hands, fuck who you seeing me with

[Chorus x2: Havoc]

Yo, I don't know you, you don't know me

Just mind your own business, everything'll be sweet

We don't talk over here, we just speak with the heat

You don't wanna see a nigga, on that midnight creep

[Twin Gambino]

And that chains over here, I'm just still bustin' my gun

Still rippin' on your shorties, wildin' out with my dunns

On the grind, don't do nothing dumb, just hold ya head

Cuz the rest of my soldiers, stressed out in jail

With on bail, facing the rest of they life

We got to get it right and keep it tight, and stay on the low

For them assholes, clockin' our dough, love when I flow

Keep doing that shit, they gots to go

Infamous Mobb gots to blow, pounds of dro'

Makin' all the shorties, gettin' down on the floor

From that Murda Muzik shit, that'll make ya flip

And dump a clip, in a nigga that be talkin' shit

We think sick, check the credits, we get busy

And grimey, and gritty, when we livin' in the city

It's haters, traders, fake ass playas

Come to QBC, and nobody could save ya

[Chorus x2]

[Havoc]

Of course we keep it gangsta, straight gangsta

Niggaz know it, I don't have to prove it, or show it

The gun bark, and the bite is a mutha, a killa

A playa, lay it down, a four pounder

The calm downer, when niggaz act a little too active

Smack kids into next week, little bastards

Ya'll cats think I'm playin' with this rap shit

I'm here to take it to the top, you fuckin' faggots

[Chorus x2]