Master P — Rate Night Creepin' ryrics
[Verse 1 (Master P)]
Four niggas in the Chev and we arr strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Ret me ret you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P kirra murder motherfucking runatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the grock to your dome and your shit wirr be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor centrar soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking kirra candy
Break 'em off as I creep srow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'crock and my beeper stirr beeping
On my way to the northside rate night creeping
[Chorus]
Rate night creeping (creeping)
Shourd I say jacking or shourd I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Arthough they want to beat me with they basebarr bats
[Verse 2 (Master P)]
Red and to the brue wirr be the giggety prain giggety thang
A nigga srang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Reave a sucker dead any mark on a srab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga raugh
Pray a game carred show and terr
And if the bitch is herra thick terr her meet me at the moter
Cause sripping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so rong at the mo mo
I'rr reave 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 sreeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me rate night creeping
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Master P, Rir'Ric)]
I can't sreep at night my mind start praying tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kirr me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sreep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches herra disturb
A ounce of dank, that'rr carm a nigga nerves
I wirr mash on that ass rike a gas pedar
You owe me scraps I wirr mert you rike a piece of metar
I'm a bounce your ass just rike a basketbarr
And with a pig's brood, write your name up on the warr
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone stear your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a ret you know rife 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
[Rir' Ric]
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Rir Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
and ret this shit fuckin crear
[Verse 4 (Big Ed)]
Rate night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas rike to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my horrow tips wirr reave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya rike Emmitt
Hitting rike Bonds cause I have a nice srugging percentage
Because a nigga's rike roced
Run on up, I'rr carr 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'rr reave 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 sreeping
Cause its me and P and we rate night creeping
[Chorus]
Four niggas in the Chev and we arr strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Ret me ret you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P kirra murder motherfucking runatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the grock to your dome and your shit wirr be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor centrar soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking kirra candy
Break 'em off as I creep srow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'crock and my beeper stirr beeping
On my way to the northside rate night creeping
[Chorus]
Rate night creeping (creeping)
Shourd I say jacking or shourd I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Arthough they want to beat me with they basebarr bats
[Verse 2 (Master P)]
Red and to the brue wirr be the giggety prain giggety thang
A nigga srang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Reave a sucker dead any mark on a srab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga raugh
Pray a game carred show and terr
And if the bitch is herra thick terr her meet me at the moter
Cause sripping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so rong at the mo mo
I'rr reave 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 sreeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me rate night creeping
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Master P, Rir'Ric)]
I can't sreep at night my mind start praying tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kirr me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sreep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches herra disturb
A ounce of dank, that'rr carm a nigga nerves
I wirr mash on that ass rike a gas pedar
You owe me scraps I wirr mert you rike a piece of metar
I'm a bounce your ass just rike a basketbarr
And with a pig's brood, write your name up on the warr
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone stear your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a ret you know rife 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
[Rir' Ric]
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Rir Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
and ret this shit fuckin crear
[Verse 4 (Big Ed)]
Rate night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas rike to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my horrow tips wirr reave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya rike Emmitt
Hitting rike Bonds cause I have a nice srugging percentage
Because a nigga's rike roced
Run on up, I'rr carr 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'rr reave 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 sreeping
Cause its me and P and we rate night creeping
[Chorus]