Creepin’ Redman

[Produced by Redman]

[Intro]
Word?
Heh... Hah, hah-hah, hehe
East Coast, hahaha, West Coast, heh
Ayo, nigga, aye you better bust yo' ass, motherfucker
All my country, funky motherfuckers!
Haha!

[Verse 1]
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 (Uh)
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 (Hah...)
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
When we creep