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1991 - Rap
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# Debut Chart
23 Oct '91 Hot 100

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I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles. At night I can't sleep. I toss and turn. Candlesticks in the dark - visions of bodies bein' burned Four walls just starin' at a nigger. I'm paranoid sleepin' with my finger on the trigger. My mothers always stressin' I ain't livin' right. But I ain't going out without a fight. See every time my eyes close I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' out my nose. It's somebody watching the 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 mother fucker. He owns a black hat like I own. A black suit and a cane like my own Some mights say take a chill, B But fuck that shit! There's a nigger tryin' to kill me. I'm pumpin' in the clip when the wind blows. Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my window. Investigatin' the joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps. I'm starin' at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your minds 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, somethin' ain't right. I feel I'm bein' tailed by the same suckers headlights. Do that move, then I ran up the block. Or is it that nigger 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 Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers They no used to the line. I was scared of little mother fuckers. Put the left in the Popeye's and better die quick If it's goin' down let's get this shit over with Here the come, just like I figured I got my hand on the mother-fuckin' trigger When I saw make your ass 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 lookin' over my shoulder, peepin' around corners. My mind is playin' tricks on me.


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Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doin' 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 lookin' at me But yet He still has offered me to feel happy I often drift when 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 I died then my child would be a bastard. I had a woman down with me. But to me it seemed like she was tryin' 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 a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Robbin little kids for bags 'Til an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace. Took a look back and he was right before our face. He be in for a squabble no doubt, So I swung and hit the nigger in the mouth. He was going down we figured, But this wasn't no ordinary nigger. He stood about six or seven feet. Now that's a nigger I be seein' in my sleep. So we triple-teamed on him. Droppin' them motherfuckin' bs 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 punchin' on the concrete. Goddamn homey. My mind is playin' tricks on me.

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