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I sit alone in my four cornered room | Staring at candles | Yo that shit is on?
I sit alone in my four cornered room Staring at candles Yo that shit is on? Let me drop some shit like this here At night I can't sleep I toss an turn Candlesticks in the dark Visions of bodies burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigger My mothers always stressin I ain't livin right But I ain't goin out without a fight See Everytime my eyes close I start sweating An blood starts comin out my nose Is somebody watchin me act But I don't know who it is So I'm watchin my back I can see em 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 tryna kill me I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows Every 20 seconds got me peepin out my window Investigating the joint for traps Checkin my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when ya mind is playin tricks on ya 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 suckers headlights 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 Made of flour Reached under my seat, grabbed a pumper for the suckers Ain't no used to me lying, I was scared er than a motherfucker Whipped a left in the Popeyes An barreled out quick if it's goin down let's get this shit over wit Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger What I saw make ya ass 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 Peeping around corners My mind is playin tricks on me 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 Prayin for forgiveness An tryna find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin at me But yet it's still hard for me to feel happy I often drift when I drive Having fatal thoughts of suicide Bang! And get it over with An then I'm worry free! But that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I die then my child will be a bastard I had a woman down wit 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 playin tricks on me This year Halloween fell on the weekend Me an Geto boys are trick-r-treatin' Robbin little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back An he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble no doubt So I swung an hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin down we figured But this wasn't no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now that's the nigga I be seein in my sleep So we triple teamed on em Droppin them motherfuckin B's on em 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 punchin on the concrete Goddamn homie My mind is playing tricks on me
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