| Song | I'm Dead |
| Artist | Scarface |
| Album | Mr. Scarface Is Back |
| I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it | |
| An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) | |
| Sounded kinda funky so i pumped it, right | |
| But rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight | |
| When will you motherfuckers quit? | |
| Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit | |
| I peeped to see the thrashin | |
| Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out 'assassin!' | |
| He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him | |
| His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him | |
| Anyway, that's how i seen it | |
| You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga, | |
| And he doesn't mean it | |
| So that's the way i took it | |
| Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it | |
| And life goes on.. | |
| I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something's wrong | |
| I went to take a shower duke | |
| Bumped into the wall and i smooth went through | |
| Now i'm thinkin i'm in trouble | |
| I reached to touch my face, but i couldn't feel my beard stubble | |
| I screamed, 'oh lord help!' | |
| Looked into the mirror and i couldn't see myself | |
| I called up my mom's house | |
| And realized somethin was wrong, no doubt | |
| She picked up, said 'hello' in a low tone | |
| I said, 'hey ma!' and she hung up the telephone | |
| Sick and lookin weary | |
| My cousin walks in, i said, 'what's up?' but he didn't hear me | |
| Started packin up my shit g | |
| Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, 'rest in peace' | |
| Realizin what he said man | |
| I can't talk, i don't exist, i'm a dead man | |
| Yeah i guess i'm dead right? | |
| I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out action's gravesite | |
| And sure enough, there it is | |
| My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad's kids | |
| I look into the box g | |
| Son of a bitch! i don't believe it, that's me! | |
| Momma kissed me on my head | |
| Aww shit.. i'm dead (i'm dead) |
| I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it | |
| An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record yeahhh | |
| Sounded kinda funky so i pumped it, right | |
| But rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight | |
| When will you motherfuckers quit? | |
| Every motherfuckin mornin it' s the same ol bullshit | |
| I peeped to see the thrashin | |
| Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out ' assassin!' | |
| He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him | |
| His eyes showed fear, that' s the reason why he stuck him | |
| Anyway, that' s how i seen it | |
| You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga, | |
| And he doesn' t mean it | |
| So that' s the way i took it | |
| Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it | |
| And life goes on.. | |
| I was feelin kinda funny aiyyo something' s wrong | |
| I went to take a shower duke | |
| Bumped into the wall and i smooth went through | |
| Now i' m thinkin i' m in trouble | |
| I reached to touch my face, but i couldn' t feel my beard stubble | |
| I screamed, ' oh lord help!' | |
| Looked into the mirror and i couldn' t see myself | |
| I called up my mom' s house | |
| And realized somethin was wrong, no doubt | |
| She picked up, said ' hello' in a low tone | |
| I said, ' hey ma!' and she hung up the telephone | |
| Sick and lookin weary | |
| My cousin walks in, i said, ' what' s up?' but he didn' t hear me | |
| Started packin up my shit g | |
| Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, ' rest in peace' | |
| Realizin what he said man | |
| I can' t talk, i don' t exist, i' m a dead man | |
| Yeah i guess i' m dead right? | |
| I' m goin to the cemetary to peep out action' s gravesite | |
| And sure enough, there it is | |
| My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad' s kids | |
| I look into the box g | |
| Son of a bitch! i don' t believe it, that' s me! | |
| Momma kissed me on my head | |
| Aww shit.. i' m dead i' m dead |