I C Dead People

[Verse 1: Redman]<br>Word is bond, Redman make the eardrum<br>I`m seeing dead pople creepin` on my income<br>Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?<br>Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin` into it, cause my<br>(Tactics is a tool, kids actin` like a fool)<br>That`s what happens to students, when you keep `em after school<br>I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"<br>My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!<br>Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body<br>The spirits of other MC`s, Rucka center party<br>Cause, you being, the man that I am<br>I`m awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope<br>Sucka, you miss, I`m a get my laugh on<br>You fuck around and woke up, with ya stash gone<br>How I spaz on niggaz is ugly<br>You got the game fucked up on makin` the money<br>See I don`t say I`m thugged out, but I know my choice<br>Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice<br>That`s why I`m Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on<br>To see us perform, we sellin` out at Ticket Tron<br>What I`m doing is wrong, but It lasts long<br>Yo, toast the niggaz that passed on<br>Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip<br>Cause when it`s gone, that`s it, that`s it, that`s it!<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br>I`m seeing dead people creepin on my income<br>You win some, you lose some, but you never run<br><br>[Verse2: Redman]<br>(? Come on)<br>Redman it`s the war head; BOOM!<br>Nigga I don`t die, I was born dead<br>Top of the mornin` to ya, I wake up like a born loser<br>The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I`m lost in it<br>I`m hearin` voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"<br>I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga<br>(And I don`t stop, until I squirt)<br>Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class<br>I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task<br>(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of god<br>That me, ya boys, or ya guns won`t leave a scar<br>You niggaz too hard and not ready to scrap<br>Knowin` damn well, ya moms raised you better than that<br>Redman the weirdo, I`m my own dirty clique<br>With 35 KO`s nigga (I`ll make it 36!)<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Verse 3: Redman]<br>Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter<br>Takin` ya breath when I drop ya<br>I feel for you (? try to test me)<br>You a waiteress set of an MC, check please<br>(I waited way too long) Now it`s time to put Gilla on the map<br>Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack<br>Niggaz want it back, Triggas on the map<br>Won`t stop me, I`m not a quitter that`s a rap<br>(If I was just broke you wouldn`t notice me)<br>Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man<br>No body really planned to fail, you really failed the plan<br>Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand<br>My music`s killa, your`s girlie; Scram!<br>I can hang out in the same place as my fans<br>Let `em touch me, feel how far that I swam<br>Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep<br>It ain`t a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat<br>That`s why..<br><br>[Chorus 4X]