Lyrics:

Intro Scarface**lf****lf****lf****lf**i Sit Alone In My Four-Cornered Room Staring At Candles**lf****lf**oh That Shit Is Onheh**lf****lf**let Me Drop Some Shit Like This Here, Real Smooth**lf****lf****lf****lf**verse One Scarface**lf****lf****lf****lf**at Night I Can''t Sleep, I Toss And Turn**lf****lf**candle Sticks In The Dark, Visions Of Bodies Bein Burned**lf****lf**four Walls Just Starin At A Nigga**lf****lf**i''m Paranoid, Sleepin With My Finger On The Trigger**lf****lf**my Mother''s Always Stressin I Ain''t Livin Right**lf****lf**but I Ain''t Going Out Without A Fight**lf****lf**see, Everytime My Eyes Close**lf****lf**i Start Sweatin, And Blood Starts Comin Out My Nose**lf****lf**it''s Somebody Watchin The Ak''**lf****lf**but I Don''t Know Who It Is, So I''m Watchin My Back**lf****lf**i Can See Him When I''m Deep In The Covers**lf****lf**when I Awake I Don''t See The Motherfucker**lf****lf**he Owns A Black Hat Like I Own**lf****lf**a Black Suit And A Cane Like My Own**lf****lf**some Might Say, ''take A Chill, B''**lf****lf**but Fuck That Shit!there''s A Nigga Trying To Kill Me**lf****lf**i''m Poppin In The Clip When The Wind Blows**lf****lf**every Twenty Seconds Got Me Peepin Out My Window**lf****lf**investigatin The Joint For Traps**lf****lf**checkin My Telephone For Taps**lf****lf**i''m Starin At The Woman On The Corner**lf****lf**it''s Fucked Up When Your Mind Is Playin Tricks On Ya**lf****lf****lf****lf**verse Two Willie D**lf****lf****lf****lf**i Make Big Money, I Drive Big Cars**lf****lf**everybody Know Me, It''s Like I''m A Movie Star**lf****lf**but Late At Night, Somethin Ain''t Right**lf****lf**i Feel I''m Being Tailed By The Same Sucker''s Head Lights**lf****lf**is It That Fool That I Ran Off The Block**lf****lf**or Is It That Nigga Last Week That I Shot**lf****lf**or Is It The One I Beat For Five Thousand Dollars**lf****lf**thought He Had ''caine But It Was Gold Medal Flour**lf****lf**reach Under My Seat, Grabbed My Popper For The Suckers**lf****lf**ain''t No Use To Me Lyin, I Was Scareder Than A Motherfucker**lf****lf**hooked A Left Into Popeye''s And Bailed Out Quick**lf****lf**if It''s Goin Down Let''s Get This Shit Over With**lf****lf**here They Come, Just Like I Figured**lf****lf**i Got My Hand On The Motherfuckin Trigger**lf****lf**what I Saw''ll Make Your Ass Start Gigglin**lf****lf**three Black, Crippled And Crazy Senior Citizens**lf****lf**i Live By The Sword**lf****lf**i Take My Boys Everywhere I Go, Because I''m Paranoid**lf****lf**i Keep Lookin Over My Shoulder And Peepin Around Corners**lf****lf**my Mind Is Playin Tricks On Me**lf****lf****lf****lf**verse Three Scarface**lf****lf****lf****lf**day By Day It''s More Impossible To Cope**lf****lf**i Feel Like I''m The One That''s Doing Dope**lf****lf**can''t Keep A Steady Hand Because I''m Nervous**lf****lf**every Sunday Mornin I''m In Service**lf****lf**prayin For Forgiveness**lf****lf**and Tryin To Find An Exit Out The Business**lf****lf**i Know The Lord Is Lookin At Me**lf****lf**but Yet And Still It''s Hard For Me To Feel Happy**lf****lf**i Often Drift While I Drive**lf****lf**havin Fatal Thoughts Of Suicide**lf****lf**bang And Get It Over With**lf****lf**and Then I''m Worry-Free, But That''s Bullshit**lf****lf**i Got A Little Boy To Look After**lf****lf**and If I Died Then My Child Would Be A Bastard**lf****lf**i Had A Woman Down With Me**lf****lf**but To Me It Seemed Like She Was Down To Get Me**lf****lf**she Helped Me Out In This Shit**lf****lf**but To Me She Was Just Another Bitch**lf****lf**now She''s Back With Her Mother**lf****lf**now I''m Realizing That I Love Her**lf****lf**now I''m Feelin Lonely**lf****lf**my Mind Is Playin Tricks On Me**lf****lf****lf****lf**verse Four Bushwick Bill**lf****lf****lf****lf**this Year Halloween Fell On A Weekend**lf****lf**me And Geto Boys Are Trick-Or-Treatin**lf****lf**robbin Little Kids For Bags**lf****lf**till An Old Man Got Behind Our Ass**lf****lf**so We Speeded Up The Pace**lf****lf**took A Look Back, And He Was Right Before Our Face**lf****lf**he''d Be In For A Squabble No Doubt**lf****lf**so I Swung And Hit The Nigga In His Mouth**lf****lf**he Was Goin Down, We Figured**lf****lf**but This Was No Ordinary Nigga**lf****lf**he Stood About Six Or Seven Feet**lf****lf**now, That''s The Nigga I''d Be Seein In My Sleep**lf****lf**so We Triple-Teamed On Him**lf****lf**droppin Them Motherfuckin B''s On Him**lf****lf**the More I Swung The More Blood Flew**lf****lf**then He Disappeared And My Boys Disappeared, Too**lf****lf**then I Felt Just Like A Fiend**lf****lf**it Wasn''t Even Close To Halloween**lf****lf**it Was Dark As Fuck On The Streets**lf****lf**my Hands Were All Bloody, From Punchin On The Concrete**lf****lf**god Damn, Homie**lf****lf**my Mind Is Playin Tricks On Me