Intro: scarface
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth
Verse one: scarface
At night I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
Im paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mothers always stressing I aint living right
But I aint going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
Its somebody watchin the ak
But I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back
I can see him when Im deep in the covers
When I awake I dont see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, theres a nigga trying to kill me
Im pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
Im staring at the woman on the corner
Its fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you
Verse two: willie d
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star
But late at night, somethin aint right
I feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Aint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
But theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If its going down lets get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I sawll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go
Because Im paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse three: scarface
Day by day its more impossible to cope
I feel like Im the one thats doing dope
Cant keep a steady hand because Im nervous
Every sunday morning Im in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still its hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then Im worry-free, but thats bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now shes back with her mother
Now Im realizing that I love her
Now Im feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse four: bushwick bill
This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
Wed be in for a squab no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, thats the nigga Id been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin bs on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasnt even close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
