Geto Boys - Mind Playin Tricks On Me lyrics

Intro: scarface I sit alone in my four-cornered room Staring at candles Oh that sh** is on? heh Let me drop some sh** like this here Real smooth Verse one: scarface At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a n***a I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressing i ain't living right But i ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin' the ak' But i don't know who it is, so i'm watchin my back I can see him when i'm deep in the covers When i awake i don't see the motherf**er 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 f** that sh**, there's a n***a trying to k** me I'm 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 I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's f**ed up when your mind is playing tricks on you Verse two: willie d I make big money, i drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like i'm a movie star But late at night, somethin ain't right I feel i'm being tailed by the same s**er's head lights Is it that fool that i ran off the block Or is it that n***a 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 s**ers Ain't no use to be lying, i was scareder than a motherf**er Took a left into popeyes and bailed out quick If it's going down let's get this sh** over with Here they come, just like i figured I got my hand on the motherf**ing trigger What i saw'll make your a** start giggling Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere i go Because i'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners My mind is playing tricks on me Verse three: scarface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like i'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because i'm nervous Every sunday morning i'm 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 it's 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 i'm worry-free, but that's bullsh** I got a little boy to look after And if i died then my child would be a ba*tard 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 sh** But to me she was just another b**h Now she's back with her mother Now i'm realizing that i love her Now i'm 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 the lawman got behind our a** So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face We'd be in for a squab' no doubt So i swung and hit the n***a in his mouth He was going down, we figured But this was no ordinary n***a He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the n***a i'd been seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping them motherf**in b's 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 wasn't even close to halloween It was dark as f** on the streets My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playing tricks on me