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redman - creepin' lyrics

all my country, funky, brother, motherf-ckers

verse one:

to my, no good n-gg-z, and my, no good b-tches
sorry if i left somebody leavin out with st-tches
seems y’all too bold for ya britches
enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten n-gg-z
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 n-gg- so walk casually
you’d be surprised how much info you can get
for a bottle of crack to find yo’ punk -ss and yo’ kinfolks
plus, that crew you run with is b-tt
i was dusted one day when i made your man choke up
rappers comin to new jersey and be gettin f-cked up
talkin about where they from and sh-t when dem sons ain’t runnin sh-t
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 n-gg-
you better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye n-gg-
when we creep

verse two:

i give respect to all my woolly n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z cause here i come
lookin b-mmy 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-ck if you did thirty bids
still i bring ecstasy like i’m the rapper jaleel
blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your f-ckin
mind, i got you n-gg-z 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 g-ssed
when i brutally smash any contender in my weight cl-ss
aiyyo twinz yo this n-gg- got jewels
(hold that n-gg- while i rob this fool)
when we creep

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