| East Coast, West Coast.
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| All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers
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| To my no good niggas and my no good bitches
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| Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches
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| Seems y’all too grown for ya britches
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| Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggas
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| I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors
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| Resevoir Dog style, truly yours
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| Yes, I be the slug up in your chest
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| Then you wonder why you can’t feel the full strength of cigarettes
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| My nationality is brutality
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| I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually
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| You’d be surprised how much info you can get
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| For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
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| Plus, that crew you run with is butt
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| I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
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| Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
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| Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain’t runnin shit
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| And god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
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| You’d swear you was flying how we bring so much turbulence
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| I keep your nervous level high nigga
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| You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
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| When we creep
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| I give respect to all my woolly niggas with the Rolex
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| Shinin baguettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
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| Especially when my royalty check is late, I don’t hesitate
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| I scoop up Keith, and see who’s flashin at the Palla-
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| -dium, hide your weed niggas cause here I come
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| Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC’s overlook me
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| I slip the bartender some raw
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| Just to tell me how much cash and Dom P you pour
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| Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry
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| If we ain’t clickin then I’m engineerin your injuries
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| Forty-eight tracks of automatic and mac’s
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| Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you did thirty bids
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| Still I bring you Ecstasy like I’m the rapper Jalil
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| Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
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| Mind, I got you niggas duckin out like I’m one-time
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| Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty
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| Like I be doin security at my live shows
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| Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed
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| When I brutally smash any contender in my weight class
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| Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels
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| (hold that nigga while I rob this fool)
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| When we creep |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creepin' , by - Redman. Song from the album Muddy Waters, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп