Creepin' Lyrics - Redman

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: 

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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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