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 can't sleep, I toss and turn   Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned   Four walls just staring at a nigga   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 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, there's a nigga trying to kill 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 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, 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 sucker's 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   Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker   But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick   If it's going down let's get this shit over with   Here they come, just like I figured   I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger   What I saw'll 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 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 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 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 an old man got behind our ass   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 nigga in his mouth   He was going down, we figured   But this was no ordinary nigga   He stood about six or seven feet   Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep   So we triple-teamed on him   Dropping them motherfuckin 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 fuck on the streets   My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete   God damn, homie   My mind is playing tricks on me