[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cruz, Martin[00:20.92]You know the come up, stack, get right, put the gun up[00:24.14]Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up[00:25.91]Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble[00:28.62]You see the change when the Range come through[00:30.87]When all the fame ups your game[00:32.28]‘Cause your name's mumbled[00:33.61]The chicks notice jewels, it's like hypnosis[00:35.33]It's ferocious when broke n!ggas get focused[00:38.20]The cars come out, bottles at the bar run out[00:41.08]You know you're large when you in charge[00:42.79]Could dodge a drought[00:43.73]But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up[00:46.20]Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups[00:48.74]Then one little thing just leads to the next[00:51.50]And here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck[00:54.20]Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest[00:56.54]And just a week ago, you was free from the stress[00:59.23]I guess it is what it is[01:03.67]Creepin on a come up[01:05.48]Streets is yours for the taking now[01:08.42]Creepin on a come up[01:10.55]I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful[01:13.60]Creepin on a come up[01:15.61]Streets is yours for the taking now[01:18.60]I'm rather unique[01:20.81]I'm from the place…Brooklyn[01:23.26]You know the saga, who liver, who hotter[01:25.38]Who shot at who at the Ramada[01:27.60]I knew about beats since Bambaataa[01:29.70]Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders[01:32.76]Guns and money, some was hungry[01:35.18]Dysfunctional families that come from junkies[01:37.86]Jailbirds with wanted warrants jumpin' countries[01:40.37]Just jungle surviving like a bunch of monkies[01:43.01]Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars[01:45.60]n!ggas snitchin', but still got the heart to holla[01:48.02]Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless[01:50.75]Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride shit[01:53.45]Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it[01:55.88]Two TEC's to war with, grew up next to all this[01:58.38]So understand, I know from firsthand[02:01.12]The lies of a church man, high off his first gram[02:03.65]Creepin on a come up[02:07.11]Streets is yours for the taking now[02:10.60]Creepin on a come up[02:12.40]I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful[02:15.28]Creepin on a come up[02:17.30]Streets is yours for the taking now[02:20.38]I'm rather unique[02:22.54]I'm from the place…Brooklyn[02:24.91]The jails is packed, the streets is wack[02:26.60]It's even worse when your workers tappin' your reefer sack[02:29.30]Wifey's getting feisty, she's beefin' back[02:31.49]Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed[02:34.24]The coke is up, so now Kush and Dro's what's up[02:36.71]And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch[02:39.21]The D's in the caprice too close to duck[02:41.66]But what the fk, they can suck on some coco****[02:44.35]The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal[02:47.00]Nothing left but jail, death or a record deal[02:49.55]Niggas is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep[02:52.15]Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek[02:54.50]Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs[02:57.36]It's still crazy how them **********s hit up Big[02:59.96]'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong[03:02.47]You want more then log on to A-Z dot com[03:06.76]Creepin on a come up[03:08.73]Streets is yours for the taking now[03:11.88]Creepin on a come up[03:13.35]I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful[03:16.37]Creepin on a come up[03:19.11]Streets is yours for the taking now[03:22.07]I'm rather unique[03:24.25]I'm from the place…Brooklyn[03:26.69]