Kreepin' Thru Da Streets ????
Kreepin' Thru Da Streets ????
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Yo straight up, listen to dis sick beat, it's gonna bump ya head. Walkin' down da concrete jungle at night, feelin' da rhythm in my bones.
Da city lights paint da world in a hazy hue, and I'm lost in the music.
There ain't nothin' but this beat to keep me company. Cruisin' with da hustle, I'm keepin' it real.
This city is my arena, and tonight, I'm feelin' it all. Let da rhythm take over, cuz when I'm creepin' thru da streets, there ain't nothin' else that feels real.
Bust Out| Kreepin' In These Streetz
Yo, it's/this is/you know a brand new day in the hood. The sun/sky/light is shinning/be blazin'/be cracklin'. Everybody/All these cats/The whole crew {is hustlin'/gonna be on that grind, tryin' to make somethin' of theirself/themselves/themselves. But keep your eyes open cuz you never know who might come knockin'/be creepin'/gonna slide through. In these streetz, it ain't always about the money/survival/respect. It's a wild ride, full of surprises/twists and turns/ unexpected moves. You gotta be smart/quick on your feet/wise to make it out/stay alive/get to the top.
On My Block: Creepin' Through The Streets
Yo, this city be straight wild. Me and my crew, we always gotta stay sharp for the brawlers. They're always lookin' to cause trouble. We try to roll deep, but sometimes it hits the fan.
- Man, I dig that energy in the town.
- Just gotta pray to the lord.
We gon' be alright, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't lyin'.
Trap Streets Anthem
Yo, peep this, it's a real talk situation/vibe/struggle out here on these block/streets/corners. Niggas/Fools/Haters be creepin', always lookin'/stalkin'/schemin' for that next victim/target/meal. You gotta stay woke/keep your eyes open/be aware, 'cause one minute you chillin', the next minute you caught in a crossfire/scrap/fight.
It's a jungle out here, man/brother/dude. You gotta watch your back/be careful/stay on guard at all times. These streets/blocks/hoods ain't no place for the weak/soft/lame. Only the strong/smart/hustlers survive.
Gotta keep it real/true/honests, gotta stay loyal/trustworthy/dedicated to your crew/fam/squad. Cuz when the chips are down/shit hits the fan/pressure's on, you need people you can rely on/count on/depend on. And that's how we do it, out here on these rough/tough/hard streets.
Kreepin' Chronicles: Streetz Edition
Yo, peep this.
We givin' ya straight outta the trenches wit' "a chronicle" that'll make ya grip ya fists. This ain't no fairy tale situation, this is the raw, uncut truth about life on the block.
We talkin' 'bout hustle, we talkin' 'bout heartbreak, we talkin' 'bout makn' it through in a chaotic world.
Get ready to dive yourself in a turbulent ride wit' "players" that are as real as they come.
- Expect
- the drama
- some twists
And above all, click here expect the unexpected.
Ghetto Gazette: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, peep this. This here be the Block Chronicle, bringin' you straight from the streets, ya dig? We talkin' 'bout what's poppin' on these concrete jungle block parties. The dope is hot, and we got it all laid out for ya. From the latest kicks to the freshest lyrics, this is the real deal. So, get your headphones ready and tune in, cuz we gonna take you on a journey through the concrete maze.
- Hang tight for more flavor.
- Word up