Redman - I C Dead People lyrics

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 miniature 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 spirit's 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!

I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some
But, you never run

(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!

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