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Redman

Redman

Creepin'

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All my country, funky, brother, motherfkers

Verse One:

To my, no good , and my, no good girls
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
I get raw to the core with hardc*re 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 nigg* so walk casually
You'd be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk as* 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 fked up
Talkin about where they from and s**t when dem sons ain't runnin s**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 nigg*
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigg*
When we creep

Verse Two:

I give respect to all my woolly 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 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 fcK if you did thirty bids
Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel
Blaow blaow blaow, l*ckin shots for your fkin
mind, I got you 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 nigg* got jewels
(hold that nigg* while I rob this fool)
When we creep

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