[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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!
N***a, 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, n***a!
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 n***as 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, n***a! 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, n***a!
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
N***as 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?!")
