I C Dead People

[Intro: Redman] Oh no! (I see dead people) Yeah... (I see dead people) Turn it up on the mic a little bit... a lotta bit! [Verse 1: Redman, samples of Biggie, Big Pun, 2Pac & Big L] Yo, yo – 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' in to it, 'cause my... Back against the wall, get to actin' like a fool That's what happen 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 fucked around and wake up, with ya stash gone Yo! How I spazz 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, in Brick City, can't wait to put my niggas on To see us perform, we selling out at Ticket Tron What I'm doing is wrong but It last long Yo, toast to the niggas that passed on! Get it while the gettin' good, hold life with a grip 'Cause when it's gone? That's it That's it?!? That's it! [Hook: Redman] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run (Yeah! Yeah!) Yo! I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run ("Who's that man that'll scare the shit out ya?!") [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, yo! Now it's on, come on! Redman is the warhead – 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 – They 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 could see the evil in you, through a masculine tab Smoke the greenest grass I live by the hand of God That mean 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! Don't make it 36! [Hook: Redman] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run (Yeah! Yeah!) Yo! I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run ("Who's that man that'll scare the shit out ya?!") [Verse 3: Redman] Yo, yo! Thou shall not fuck with raw Funk Docta Takin' ya breath when I drop ya I feel for you (Fughouddaheeere) Try an' test me You a waiter instead of a MC – check, please, nigga! Been waitin' way too long Now it's time to put Gilla on the map, Gilla on ya back Same zombies, from "Thriller" on attack Niggas want it back, triggers on a mack Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter, that's a wrap If I was dead broke you wouldn't notice me Ha-haa! But look at the bright side, my man Nobody really planned to fail, you really failed to plan Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand My music Gilla, your's girly – 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, it's Eminem providin' the beat That's why...! [Hook: Redman] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run (Yeah! Yeah!) Yo, I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run ("Who's that man that'll scare the shit out ya?!") Yeah! Yo, I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run (Yeah! Yeah!) Yo! I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but ya never run ("Who's that man that'll scare the shit out ya?!")