Creepin Lyrics by Redman

Creepin Lyrics

    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:

    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

SEARCH LYRICS