I C Dead People

[Verse 1: Redman] Word is bond, Redman makes the kids run I'm seeing dead people creepin' on my income Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it? Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my Back against the wall get to actin' like a fool That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!" My guns go boom, boom, and your guns go pow pow! Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body The spirits of other MC's records in the party Cause, me being, the man that I am I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my laugh on You fuck around and woke up, with the stash gone How I spaz on niggas is ugly You got the game fucked up on makin' the money See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice That's why I'm Brick City, can't wait to put my niggas on To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long Yo, toast the niggas that passed on Get it while the gettin good, whole life with a grip Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it! [Hook 2X] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but you never run [Verse2: Redman] (Yo what's on, come on) Redman it's the war head; BOOM! Nigga I don't die, I was born dead Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up like a born loser The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it I'm hearin' voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic" I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga And I don't stop, until I squirt Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task Smoke the greenest grass I live by the hand of god That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar You niggas too hard and not ready to scrap Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you better than that Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique With 35 KO's nigga I'll make it 36! [Hook 2X] [Verse 3: Redman] Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docta Takin' ya breath when I drop ya I feel for you cause cats, try to test me You a waiteress set of an MC, check please Been waited way too long, now it's time to put Gilla on the map Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack Niggas want it back, Triggas on the map Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap If I was just broke you wouldn't notice me Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man Nobody really planned to fail, you really failed the plan Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand My music's killa, your's girlie; Scram! I can hang out in the same place as my fans Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I swam Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat That's why.. [Hook 4X]