"Creepin On [bad word] Up"

 Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on [bad word] up
 So to all you busters out there, beware

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Krayzie]
 Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
 Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, [bad word]  gimme your [bad word]  Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, [bad word] calm, I tried to stay thug
 Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they [bad word]  now I just can't buy my bud
 With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
 And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
 ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside
 And I can't escape, some say it's a phase
 If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge
 It's a raid. Put your face to pave
 If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
 Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
 I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
  [bad word]  you better move quick back to the safe
 if you wanna be killed try some stupid [bad word]  And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but [bad word] 
 Trail to the back with the money in the sack
 Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
 Well, tickets I'm out the door
 hopped in the smug, and I break fast
 Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
 At last, [bad word] made good, and I got away smooth
 Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
 Only description is that [bad word] with that leather face, fool
 I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'
 Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
 See, a [bad word] creep on [bad word] up

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.

[Layzie]
 See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a [bad word] feelin' down
 steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid
 Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
 That'll get a [bad word] locked the cage
 Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause
 What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a [bad word]  But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store
 Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown
 'cause tonight's the night
 Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face
 so a [bad word] can't be seen in the spotlight
 Stole two cars, and I parked one north
 Parked one east for the smooth switch
 When a [bad word] bail, how the [bad word] he gonna tell if a
 [bad word] don't dwell in the same [bad word] 
 Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
 And there's no one I can spot, so I get my [bad word] down
 Looked around through the window, and I broke the [bad word] out with a rock
 Now I jump my [bad word] in. Start to fillin' up the bag
 And a [bad [bad word]  up on these diamonds
 Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings
 And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining
 Went to the cash register, broke the [bad word] open
 Grabbed all the money they had
 And a [bad word] gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
 Got to let my niggas check out my bag
 And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the [bad word] planned
 And ain't no [bad word] get [bad word] up
 That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid
 'cause a [bad word] be creepin' on [bad word] up

 Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Bizzy]
 Downin' Jamaican spliffs, little [bad word] Ripsta on this lick and bang bang
 [bad word] that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane
 Feel the murderous nerve
 this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me
 Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis
 Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me [bad word] this
 [bad word] must've been meant to be jacked, 'cau