Creepin’ lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Creepin’



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 All my country, funky, brother, motherf**kers

Verse one:

To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bit*hes
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 as* 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 f**ked
up
Talkin about where they from and sh*t 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 f**k if you did thirty bids
Still I bring ecstasy like I’m the rapper
jaleel
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your f**kin
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