Redman

Redman - Creepin' lyrics

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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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Author: Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Muddy Waters (1996)

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