Free download
Creepin through ya blocc
stay puffpetty cashraphip
Usually me, Stay Puff, and now droppin shit with mah boy Petty Cash.....
ZZZZZ#$tay Puff
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Author
Stay Puff
Rights
2002
Uploaded
November 14, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
We just needed a song to get us goin on the audio .....Again we are waitin for equipment and a studio.....
Lyrics
Hook (x2) Im the nightmare on your street... Brushin gangstas of they feet... And if you try to step to me... You gonna end up deceased... Petty Cash Im the nightmare on your street, stockin you on your own block// Shits gone bad, got you runnin from my glock// Dippin in a 7-8 Caprice, Gold on reverse D's// The nightmare, runnin like i was the police// Five cars , each was four deep// Caught on a fence, swept of your feet// Street sweepers, sprayin, takin bystanders out// Tryin to stop the runnin off at ya mouth// Creepin quiet like a mouse// Bringin Nightmares in ya sleep, while i peep through ya house// Gats out of my pants, im knockin at ya front door// Ya niggas clueless as to when i might explode// Feel the heat, run because its me// Its the one and only muthafuckin nightmare on ya street// Hook (x2) Petty Cash You never see me cause i stay on the low// You feel the blow from this flow// I put my finger on the trigger and i pull it back slow// Picture your homies brains all over the floor// Some hoodrats went and called the po// They heard the pop and busted through the front door// Out the back with the gram and a half that was strapped to my sack// Stay Puff Grabbed the keys to my ride, juiced it up side to side// Dropped the back, let it drag and scratch, mashed the gas and crept off into the night// Hand me the sac, just toss that shit and let it land in the back// Plenty of space to stash it all i could stand in the 'Lac// I peeped the rear view, seen two cops out of the clear blue// Sirens all over but i managed to steer through// Hook (x2) Stay Puff Outta the heat, i reached down and rattled my seat// Wiped that shit off my chest , and then i sat in my lean// Flashed out the scene, outta site, a rash on ya spleen// Had to be green, runnin from those fat magazines// Never trippin though cause i keep it fully legit// Im pullin ya clips, gettin smart and foolin ya clique// Got away with the stash, the llelo and the cash// Feelin sorrow now cause i really hated to blast// Without a doubt though that was my decision// Split as many fools as i could with one incision// Put that shit in park and i hopped out the caprice// You stepped to some real G's and now ya deceased// Hook(x2) Im the nightmare on ya street... Ya gonna end up deceased... Im the nightmare on ya street... Ya gonna end up deceased...
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.