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Creepin'

To my no good niggaz N' my no good bitches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin' out with stitches
Seems y'all too grown for your Britches
Enslave your mind like cotton pickers
For runnin' with some rotten niggers
I get raw to the core with hardcore
Metaphors, reservoir, dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strenth 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 your punk ass N' your kin folks
Plus, the crew you roll with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin' to new Jersy N' be gettin' fucked up
Talkin' about where they from N' shit with them sons ain't runnin' shit
N' God forbid if you do a show in the Bricks
You swear you was fly in how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high, nigga
You better kiss your son N' daughter tell 'em bye, nigga
When we creepin'

(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you bitches
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you snake bitches N' you snakin' mothafuckaz

I give repect to all my willy niggaz with the Rolex
Shinin' Bri gats, flashin' cash N' dumpin' Moet
Especially when my royalty cheque is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith N' see who's flashin' at the Pala
Dium, hide your weed niggaz cuz here I come
Lookin' bummy for low profile
So loud emcees overlook me, I slip the bartender some raw
Just to tell how much cash N' Dom P you pour
Huuuaaah!
I should start robbin' rappers in the industry
If we ain't clickin' then I'm engineerin' your injuries
48 tracks of automatic at max
Lyrically spat data to ya mentality black
N' I don't give a fuck if you did 30 bids
Still I bring you extasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel
Blaww, blaww, blaww, lickin' shots for your fuckin' mind
I got you niggaz duckin' out like I'm one time
Or 5-0, 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 rudily smash any contender in my weight class
Eh yo Twinz, yo, this nigga got jewes
(Hold that nigga while I rob this fool)
When we creepin'

(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you bitches, creepin' on you niggaz
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you niggaz
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown)
Creepin' on you niggaz, creepin' on you fools
(They stake us well on tha Bricks set at sundown) (repeat)