Redman

East Coast, West Coast..
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 yall 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 cant feel the full strength of ciggarettes
My nationality is, brutality
I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually
Youd 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 aint runnin shit
and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks
Youd 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 dont hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see whos flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MCs 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 aint clickin then Im engineerin your injuries
Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts
Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks
And I dont give a FUCK if you did thirty bids
Still I bring Ecstasy like Im the rapper Jaleel
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like Im 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
[ Creepin Lyrics ]