Playa Hatas-King George/JT The Bigga Figga/San Quinn/Master p

Verse 1 (master p) Four niggas in the chev and we all strapped Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with Master p killa murder motherfucking lunatic With the giggety giggety nine Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine Break you off something proper bitch Ask me where i'm from the manor central soutside of the rich Worry niggas can't stand me Cause i'm known on the turf for serving Them fiends that fucking killa candy Break 'em off as i creep slow But if you run up on the p Yeah you know you get your ass smoked 12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping On my way to the northside late night creeping Late night creeping (creeping) Should i say jacking or should i say skeezing The dope fiends be begging me for crack Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats Verse 2 (master p) Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang A nigga slang dope, but the p i don't gang bang Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh Play a game called show and tell And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel Cause slipping is a no no And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo I'll leave a bitch dead and broke Check a hoe, i ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe So with my nine i be sleeping Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping Verse 3 (master p, lil'ric) I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch I'm paranoid, i sleep with three fucking gats A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal You owe me scraps i will melt you like a piece of metal I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall So make your fucking death wish And why you dead i'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch I'm a let you know life in the rich ain't no joke So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe And you know the rich is known for busting caps Diggety zap the p put the rich on the giggety map Lil' ric Yeah, back at that ass once again there Its your nigga lil ric, creepin through the windows Getting him for whatever i can get Now its time for my niggas to ride And let this shit fuckin clear Verse 4 (big ed) Late night creeping big ed and master p P has got his tech i got my nine next to me Cause niggas like to jack and in the bay it never stops But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox Or run up ya like emmitt Hitting like bonds cause i have a nice slugging percentage Because a nigga's like loced Run on up, i'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked I ain't no joker g cause i'm tru And everybody in my crew a tru g too I thought you knew motherfucker I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat P, i'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back I'm a show you why they sleeping Cause its me and p and we late night creeping