Dead People

[Intro]

Graveyards in my pocket

Tombstones in my wallet

If you talkin' 'bout my profit

All I see is dead people

All I see is dead people

Used to hustle with my momma tryna make a couple dollars

Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people

Muthafuckin' dead people

[Verse 1: Game]

This shit gets deep, don't fuck with me

You end up six feet deep, listen to how I did it

I crept up slow on Willow

Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window

In the backseat, potato burners

Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow

In the front solo, sittin' low with the lights out

Feelin' like Manson on some Son of Sam shit

With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide

And my watch said they outta time, somebody gotta die, bottom line

Front page, column nine, headline: Another Columbine

I planned and plotted and strategized, and thought about it

Loaded up everything in the closet

My objective is to get bloody, they can beg and plead, yell and scream

Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees

But I'm still gettin' fucking ugly, I fuckin' love it

Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it

It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy

It's simple insanity, just another murderous fantasy of mine

(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka)

[Verse 2: Game]

Last night, I must've had a blast choppin' up bodies

Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby

Body filled with adrenaline

Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands

Cop's sayin' I did what to him?

Showin' me pictures of cut-up bitches

Disfigured members with body parts missin'

Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit

Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch

Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw -it wasn't me

Oh no no, not me, listen to the alibi

I was at the movies -that Avatar shit, with them 3-D glasses on

And that shit longer than muafucka

Look at my pocket, get the ticket stub

That's my alibi, bitch, now what up?

Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside

And headed west where Homicide reside, that's my nigga

He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk

In between the yellow tape, behind the black gate

Rottwielders and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's

Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard

But that house right there, don't go in they yard

It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy

It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy of mine

(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)

[Verse 3: Game]

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence

Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz

Them niggas inside, a couple kittens

And this right here: good riddance

Nigga fuck around, its suicide for instance

Picture the mind of a bullet

Here I come, I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck

Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest

Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs

You in my sight

The last one didn't do it right

And I'm waitin'

Just lookin' at you

Thinkin' 'bout it and gettin' tired of lookin' at you

Hi, daddy, remember me?

Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be

You brought me in this world, now I'm takin' you out

Now you open up your muthafuckin' mouth

Simple insanity

Just a murderous fantasy

Simple insanity

Just a murderous fantasy of mine

(Now I feel like killin' me a muafucka)