CPO - Somebody's Watching Me lyrics

(Hook - TQ) I got this feelin that somebody's watchin me And I just can't seem to get over it The game done f**ed up my mind So I'm clutchin my nine and don't even know why When I get that feelin, there ain't no stoppin me You can't take a man from his money But somebody always tryin, so n***as keep dyin And I'm 'bout to lose my mind (Yuk) n***a, my momma was a dopefiend, so by the age of fourteen I'm slangin more fiend by the liquor store, poppin codiene's n***a, by no means, what they hittin for Gettin more green, n***a for gold rings Money gettin low, makin broke cream n***a my whole team be boss hoggin It cost when a n***a be lost in the midst a boss ballin Shot callin, all of my n***as be in floss mode b**h s**in ya dick under the table While you eatin waffles at Roscoe's, n***a (Lurch) There's somethin about this gangsta rhythm, it don't get 'em Feed you a prizm of hypnotism My mental is unstable, can I get 'em, givin shots to ya dome Put you in caskets if you think that you could stop the Cat that's havin more static than Cindy Laufer Two year old's runnin the game, nobody gettin softer ??? ???? my shoulder by the next corrupted flosser If you lose a battle then ya life it's gon' cost ya, uh (Hook) (Lurch) Watchin ?? ??? means in this game Them triflin, itchy trigger finger, bright-eyed snipin 'em Enhanced in my hype and in tums That is ya kite, flight and wind (???) You in Atlanta with no one to strap up but ??? (Yuk) Uh, I'm tite, huh I lay this game down, jump back and kiss myself like I was James Brown Spin around, hit the splits on the ground then split your muthaf**in crown Turnin zips into pounds like Phoenix Mitchell, or little Darryl Shadey as f** like a big a** sombraro (CPO) All these n***as tryna' hog my fame (what) Tryna' salt my game, ain't nothin changed, please maintain You may claim game but fame claims to be whats happenin now I'm tacklin crowds with mackin styles, see how now n***as actin now I'm packin miles to capacity, who's taxin me Nobody but the government, even you haters dubbin it Lovin it (E, when your sh** gon' drop?) All the while you got your chrome co*ked tryna' get my phone blocked (Hook) (CPO) Momma tellin me to gon' scream Done lost anotha n***a from the hometeam Gold dreams make a n***a moan Seems like every other day The Lord mad at me Sad to see your loves fall, even worse when the scrubs call Talkin bout, "heard about the other day, trouble stay" We try to bubble, play low-key so nobody know me Stay high like some ???, so cold, En Vogue b**hes couldn't hold me What, b**h (Hook)