Creepin'

[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 Gorbid 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 [Hook] They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you bitches They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you stink bitches and you stinkin' motherfuckers (Hah) [Verse 2] 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) Hah, haha When we creep [Hook] They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you fools They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you bitches, creepin' on you niggas They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you niggas They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown