Word is bond, Redman makes the eardrum
I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the f*** 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 school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "ground round"
My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, b**ps in my body
The spirit of other MC's, Ruckus in the party
Cause, you 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 f*** around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I spaz on n***** is ugly
You got the game f***** 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, and what to put my n***** on
To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the n***** that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!
[Chorus 2X]
I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run
Who's that man that'll scare the s*** outcha
[Verse2: Redman]
(Come on its on Come on)
Redman it's the war head; BOOM!
n**** 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, n****
(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 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***** too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' d*** well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique
With 35 KO's n**** (I'll make it 36!)
[Chorus 2X]
I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run
Who's that man that'll scare the s*** outcha
[Verse 3: Redman]
Thou shall not f*** with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you f****z that 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 map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Thriller on attack
n***** 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
No body 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..
[Chorus 4X]
I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the f*** 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 school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "ground round"
My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, b**ps in my body
The spirit of other MC's, Ruckus in the party
Cause, you 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 f*** around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I spaz on n***** is ugly
You got the game f***** 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, and what to put my n***** on
To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the n***** that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!
[Chorus 2X]
I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run
Who's that man that'll scare the s*** outcha
[Verse2: Redman]
(Come on its on Come on)
Redman it's the war head; BOOM!
n**** 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, n****
(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 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***** too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' d*** well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique
With 35 KO's n**** (I'll make it 36!)
[Chorus 2X]
I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run
Who's that man that'll scare the s*** outcha
[Verse 3: Redman]
Thou shall not f*** with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you f****z that 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 map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Thriller on attack
n***** 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
No body 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..
[Chorus 4X]