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Interpret:
Redman
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To my no good niggaz N my no good bitches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches
Seems yall 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 cant feel the full strenth of cigarettes
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 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 aint 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 dont hesitate
I scoop up Keith N see whos 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 aint clickin then Im engineerin your injuries
48 tracks of automatic at max
Lyrically spat data to ya mentality black
N I dont give a fuck if you did 30 bids
Still I bring you extasy like Im the rapper Jaleel
Blaww, blaww, blaww, lickin shots for your fuckin mind
I got you niggaz duckin out like Im one time
Or 5-0, po-po, I drive hoes nutty
Like I be doin security at my live shows
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