I See Dead People

Mmm-hmm, mmm-mmm

Homie don't see him comin', but I do

Them hittas is creepin' behind you

Never move that work, if it ain't your turf

I really shouldn't have to remind you

Bullets is flyin' out

That boy is cryin' out

But nobody hears a sound

I see dead people

"Never cheat on me," she said

She was talkin' to her man

With a heart full of anger

And a .357 banger in her hand

She put two in his chest

Put two more in his head

She said if she can't have him

Then nobody can

She wouldn't let him go, though

Didn't have the strength to hold on

Put the gun to her head and squoze

I see dead people

I see dead-

I see dead people

I see dead-

Remember you killed my homeboy, so I gotta avenge that

Black mag', black mask, and I know where you live at

I went through a lot to get you

So I know I won't miss you

I'm hittin' whoever wit' you

Whatever deity that guides my life

Guides my life

Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight

If I shall before I wake, I'll accept my fate

When I committed sin, my heart was in the right place

I did what I did to put food on my plate

So when they come for me, keep me safe

I see dead people

Climbin' out of they graves

Wipin' dirt off they shirts

Still walkin' 'round the Earth, watchin' they deaths reoccur

I see dead people

Climbin' out of they grave, wipin' dirt off they shirt

Still walkin' 'round the Earth

I see dead people

Ugh

Turn on the news and see a **** dead from the blast of a fo'

He ain't wanna give up the stage

And didn't want to open up the safe that he got in the floor

Somebody emptied that clip, into him and his bitch, left blood all over their Serta

It ain't no statute of limitation in my state, so I ain't gonna admit to no murder

Plus, they never located the burner

Me and my **** was out in the trap

Probably hustlin' yay', tryna get on, but never end up in the Feds

Or never go back to the State, hol' up

How we just a young **** from the 'Yak?

Young Colored Keys hit a deal for a mill'

They ain't have to shoot him down than to screw you like that

Young rappin' **** had a son and a daughter

Pump-fakin' **** just called for an order

Young Colored Keys runnin' crack and the weed, not knowin' it was death right around that corner

Damn shame, feel bad for his mama

'Cause I know the loss of a son gotta hurt

Used to be the face in the motherfuckin' hood

Ended up bein' the motherfuckin' face in a shirt

Shit

I see dead people

People comin' out of they graves

Wipin' dirt off they shirts

Still walkin' 'round the Earth, watchin' they deaths reoccur

Climbin' out of they grave, wipin' dirt off they shirt

Still walkin' 'round the Earth

I see dead people