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Redman - Creepin' lyrics
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers Verse One: To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y'all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors Resevoir Dog style, truly yours Yes, I be the slug up in your chest Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettes My nationality is, brutality I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually You'd be surprised how much info you can get For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks Plus, that crew you run with is butt I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence I keep your nervous level high nigga You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga When we creep Verse Two: I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the Rolex Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla- -dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me I slip the bartender some more Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour] Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty bids Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like I'm one-time Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty Like I be doin security at my live shows Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels (hold that nigga while I rob this fool) When we creep |
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