Redman - Creepin' lyrics
[Redman - Creepin' lyrics]
To my no good niggas and my no good bitches
Sorry if I left somebody
Leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too grown for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for
Runnin wit some rotten niggas
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 cigarettes
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 god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
You'd swear you was flying 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
I give respect to all my
Willy niggas with the Rolex
Shinin baguettes
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 niggas
Cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile
So loud MC's overlook me
I slip the bartender some raw
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 automatic and mac's
Lyrically splat datted till
Your mentality blacks
And I don't give a fuck
If you did thirty bids
Still I bring you Ecstasy like
I'm the rapper Jalil blaow blaow blaow
Lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas 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
Sorry if I left somebody
Leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too grown for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for
Runnin wit some rotten niggas
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 cigarettes
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 god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
You'd swear you was flying 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
I give respect to all my
Willy niggas with the Rolex
Shinin baguettes
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 niggas
Cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile
So loud MC's overlook me
I slip the bartender some raw
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 automatic and mac's
Lyrically splat datted till
Your mentality blacks
And I don't give a fuck
If you did thirty bids
Still I bring you Ecstasy like
I'm the rapper Jalil blaow blaow blaow
Lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas 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