I C Dead People Lyrics - Redman

[Verse 1: Redman] 

Word is bond, Redman make the eardrum 

I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income 

Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it? 

Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my 

(Tactics is a tool, kids 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, while your guns go pow pow! 

Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body 

The spirits of other MC's, Rucka center party 

Cause, you 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 ya stash gone 

How I spaz on niggaz 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, and what to put my niggaz on 

To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron 

What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long 

Yo, toast the niggaz that passed on 

Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip 

Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it! 

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[Chorus 2X] 

I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income 

You win some, you lose some, but you never run 

[Verse2: Redman] 

(Come on its 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 niggaz 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!) 

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[Chorus 2X] 

[Verse 3: Redman] 

Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter 

Takin' ya breath when I drop ya 

I feel for you (Fuck niggaz that try to test me) 

You a waiteress set of an MC, check please 

(I waited way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map 

Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack 

Niggaz 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 

No body 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. 

[Chorus 4X]