Redman Creepin' lyrics

All my country, funky motherfuckers

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
Reservoir 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 cigarettes

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

(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you bitches
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you snake bitches n' you snakin' mothafuckaz

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 palladium


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 you 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 and 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

(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you bitches, creepin' on you niggaz
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you niggaz
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools

(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
(They stake us well on tha Bricks at sundown)
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