Rap-a-Lot Records - Mind Playing Tricks on Me lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Oh, that sh** is on? Let me drop some sh** like this here, real smooth [Verse 1: Scarface] At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candlesticks 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 stressin' I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, every time my eyes close I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose It's somebody watching the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching 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 'caine 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 poppin' in the clip when the wind blows Every 20 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's playing tricks on ya [Verse 2: 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, something ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same s**er's headlights 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 5000 dollars? Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal flour Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the s**ers Ain't no use to me lying I was scareder than a motherf**er Hooked a left into Popeye's 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 gigglin' 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 3: 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 Praying for forgiveness And tryin' to find an exit out 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 Having 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 4: Bushwick Bill] This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Robbing little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our a** So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt So I swung and hit the n***a in his mouth He was going down we figured But this wasn't no ordinary n***a He stood about six or seven feet Now that's the n***a I'd be seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping them motherf**ing 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