[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 ****, they can suck on some coco shit
[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 mutha****as 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]

作曲 : Cruz, Martin
You know the come up, stack, get right, put the gun up
Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up
Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble
You see the change when the Range come through
When all the fame ups your game
‘Cause your name's mumbled
The chicks notice jewels, it's like hypnosis
It's ferocious when broke n!ggas get focused
The cars come out, bottles at the bar run out
You know you're large when you in charge
Could dodge a drought
But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up
Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups
Then one little thing just leads to the next
And here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck
Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest
And just a week ago, you was free from the stress
I guess it is what it is
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
Creepin on a come up
I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
I'm rather unique
I'm from the place…Brooklyn
You know the saga, who liver, who hotter
Who shot at who at the Ramada
I knew about beats since Bambaataa
Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders
Guns and money, some was hungry
Dysfunctional families that come from junkies
Jailbirds with wanted warrants jumpin' countries
Just jungle surviving like a bunch of monkies
Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars
n!ggas snitchin', but still got the heart to holla
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride shit
Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it
Two TEC's to war with, grew up next to all this
So understand, I know from firsthand
The lies of a church man, high off his first gram
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
Creepin on a come up
I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
I'm rather unique
I'm from the place…Brooklyn
The jails is packed, the streets is wack
It's even worse when your workers tappin' your reefer sack
Wifey's getting feisty, she's beefin' back
Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed
The coke is up, so now Kush and Dro's what's up
And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch
The D's in the caprice too close to duck
But what the ****, they can suck on some coco shit
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal
Nothing left but jail, death or a record deal
Niggas is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep
Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek
Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs
It's still crazy how them mutha****as hit up Big
'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong
You want more then log on to A-Z dot com
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
Creepin on a come up
I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now
I'm rather unique
I'm from the place…Brooklyn