Creepin' (instrumental)

(feat. Ludacris)

Venom

In the streets I'm peepin game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my biness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with 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

Mo' money yeah mo' problems

What biggy said it look like it true

Used to be my homeboy

But now I'm payed 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 trusing 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

Cause my bank teller get motion sickness

Back and forth, b-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

Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either

And that's the reason I keep a spare

In the streets I'm peepin game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my biness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with 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

I ain't hangin with none of ya'll

Outcast like [? ]

Win the grammy thing

Guard the family

And all of you 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 presidents

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 knew it big and they say they did

And tryna take my credit like stole visa

If it's lonely at the top (top)

Id rather be alone

Cause the closest people to ya

The ones who guna do ya wrong

Backstabbing me for a broad

I promise that I will lose no sleep

Cause jenny crank can be your freak

But my bank account gon stay obese

In the streets I'm peepin game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my biness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with 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

[Ludacris:]

I be, creeping lower than low

Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro

Choking, loking, never provoke him

And a drunk will get popped and I'll open the do

Lungs full of smoke

That means 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 wid the flow

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla [? ]

How much would a wood chuck chuck

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Gripping on the wheel

Turn it turn it

Blow another stack

I earned it earned it

Blow another [? ]

Pull another tram

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, 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 defenceless

45 always tucked in the side

Open your eyes

See me cruisin

Cause 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!

In the streets I'm peepin game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my biness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with 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