Creep On Em

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & (DJ Ill Will)]

(Once again, Top Dawg E.N.T

Compton, stand the fuck up

BO, K-Dot

I see you)

Drop 40 for the Glock 40, that's a hood disc cop

That's an accessory gun, sesame seed buns for the beef y'all brung, y'all done fucked up

Fuck with the wrong fuckup, I been a nut since, pops fucked moms

Fucked up in the head, I'm living but I'm braindead

Life goes on, and you don't need a psychic in order to read my palm

Niggas will get you first where I'm from

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

That's why I creep on em

I creep on em

I creep on em

I creep on em

Niggas play cold, put the heat on em

Make the temperature reach the highest peak on em

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

I said you don't need a psychic in order to read my palm

You know what's in it, nigga, don't play stupid, you seen lifе's ending, nigga

You seen LA movies beforе

Pull up, pump out that red Honda door

What's up? Fuck nigga, I'm much quicker, on my toes like steroids through Marrion Jones's bones

For the camera, hammers, human Home Depot, not your car, rather, get your soul repo'd

Backflip, tummy tuck, body fold, when I hit em up

Shotty clog up arteries, part of me, but

You've gotta feel lost on me, bullets, burn, oh so awfully

And it's your turn, to feel the fabric of a body bag

357 kick back, that's karate class

Get back, black ski mask, black gloves

Let the burner spill on you, no "my bad"s, when

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

Nigga play cold, put the heat on em

Make the temperature reach the highest peak on em

Homie, don't let me make the grim reaper breathe on em (Breathe on em)

Leave on em (Leave on em)

Gunpowder (Gunpowder)

Wet em up (Creep on em)

No shower (Creep on em)

One hour (Creep on em)

You'll be dead (You'll be dead)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Hit the chest, hit the neck, hit the head

Taking off half his head, taking off, speeding off, sidewalks

Code red, 187 said "hello", "goodbye"

Uh oh, I tried, to tell em hard heads take soft naps, dead on arrival

That mean he had ambulance music to ride to

I ride to, 'Me Against the World', Makaveli

Got a chicken head, she my baby girl named Desi

Eagle, regal, pull up, pop out, circle round the block just to make the sequel

But this ain't a west crave flick

Where I'm from, scary movies don't exist

Compton, kill shit, die fast

Hit the steering wheel, make the car crash

Hit the light pole, black out the whole damn ave

I black out 3 K's, make the trunk drag

Dump fast like a quick shit, no shit

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

Nigga play cold, put the heat on em

Make the temperature reach the highest peak on em

Homie, don't let me make the grim reaper breathe on em (Breathe on em)

Leave on em (Leave on em)

Gunpowder (Gunpowder)

Wet em up (Creep on em)

No shower (Creep on em)

One hour (Creep on em)

You'll be dead (You'll be dead)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Sorry father, I gotta bother some of your children

Some of your children gossip, too much, that's a problem

Chew up any beef, aim it at any collars, homie we play for keeps

Rifles coming with silencers, green army fatigue

War general, nigga, see the patch on my sleeve

See the stripe on my heart, been a pro from the start

I could hit my target eyes closed in the dark

You don't want no argument, park

Your bad mouth 'fore I steal the car

Cussing me out might get your life took, boy

Look boy, better be Bruce Leroy, we seek & destroy with the vengeance, depending

On your sincerity, my, moment of clarity may be terminated

But your plea better be good or your moms might be devastated

Put 3 inside his hood, he was transmission slipping when I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

I creep on em (Creep on em)

Nigga play cold, put the heat on em

Make the temperature reach the highest peak on em

Homie, don't let me make the grim reaper breathe on em (Breathe on em)

Leave on em (Leave on em)

Gunpowder (Gunpowder)

Wet em up (Creep on em)

No shower (Creep on em)

One hour (Creep on em)

You'll be dead (You'll be dead)

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]

Mhm, mhm

Yep, I know

You, you liked that shit

Yeah, I'm looking at your face right now, uh huh

I know, yeah, K-- yeah, K-Dot, mhm

Top Dawg, matter of fact, the kick should come in right here, look look

Ooh, look at your face, look at yo