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REDMAN lyrics : "Creepin'"

East Coast, West Coast..
All my country, funky, brother, mother$#&@ers


[Verse One]
To my, no good ^!$$%z, and my, no good (*##$es
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 ^!$$%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 ^!$$% so walk casually
You'd be surprised how much info you can get

For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk $$# 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 $#&@ed up
Talkin about where they from and %#@! when dem sons ain't runnin %#@!
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 ^!$$%
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye ^!$$%

When we creep

[Verse Two]

I give respect to all my woolly ^!$$%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 ^!$$%z 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 !#@* if you did thirty bids
Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your $#&@in

mind, I got you ^!$$%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 gassed
when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo this ^!$$% got jewels

(hold that ^!$$% while I rob this fool)
When we creep

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