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[Verse 1: Redman] Word is bond, Redman make the eardrum I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income Piercing 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 school I 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 body The spirits of other MC's, Rucka center 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 fuck around and woke up, with ya stash gone How I spaz on niggaz 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 I'm Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long Yo, toast the niggaz 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! Songtexte[Chorus 2X] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You 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 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, nigga (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 task (Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of god That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar You niggaz 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 (I'll make it 36!) [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3: Redman] Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter Takin' ya breath when I drop ya I 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 map Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack Niggaz 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] Aus Songtexte Mania