Текст песни Redman - I C Dead People, слова песни Redman

Текст песни Redman - I C Dead People

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[Verse 1: Redman]Word is bond, Redman make the eardrumI`m seeing dead pople creepin` on my incomePiercing 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 schoolI 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 bodyThe spirits of other MC`s, Rucka center partyCause, you being, the man that I amI`m awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scopeSucka, you miss, I`m a get my laugh onYou fuck around and woke up, with ya stash goneHow I spaz on niggaz is uglyYou got the game fucked up on makin` the moneySee I don`t say I`m thugged out, but I know my choiceBack up plans, got back up; if I blow my voiceThat`s why I`m Brick City, and what to put my niggaz onTo see us perform, we sellin` out at Ticket TronWhat I`m doing is wrong, but It lasts longYo, toast the niggaz that passed onGet it while the gettin good, whole life in a gripCause when it`s gone, that`s it, that`s it, that`s it![Chorus 2X]I`m seeing dead people creepin on my incomeYou win some, you lose some, but you never run[Verse2: Redman](? Come on)Redman it`s the war head; BOOM!Nigga I don`t die, I was born deadTop of the mornin` to ya, I wake up like a born loserThe world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I`m lost in itI`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 classI can see the evil in you, through a masculine task(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of godThat me, ya boys, or ya guns won`t leave a scarYou niggaz too hard and not ready to scrapKnowin` damn well, ya moms raised you better than thatRedman the weirdo, I`m my own dirty cliqueWith 35 KO`s nigga (I`ll make it 36!)[Chorus 2X][Verse 3: Redman]Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk DocterTakin` ya breath when I drop yaI feel for you (? 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 mapGilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attackNiggaz want it back, Triggas on the mapWon`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 manNo body really planned to fail, you really failed the planGotta keep the bomb like an Israeli handMy music`s killa, your`s girlie; Scram!I can hang out in the same place as my fansLet `em touch me, feel how far that I swamLook in my eyes, ya noddin to sleepIt ain`t a watch, as Eminem, providin the beatThat`s why..[Chorus 4X]

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