[Intro: Scarface]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
[Cool that, man. We on the radio.]
Oh, we on the radio, dude?
[yeah.]
Oh, alright

[Verse 1: Scarface]
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls closing in, gettin bigger
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 hear em call "burn the rubber"
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 I can't G, cuz there's somebody trying to kill 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 messed 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 sucker's headlights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that clown 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 suckers
Ain't no use to me lying, I was scareder than a mother
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's going down, let's get it over with
Here they come just like I figured
I got my hand on the chrome-plated trigger
What I saw will make you 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 nonsense
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
But to me she was just another chick
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 a law man got behind our rags
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 tried to take him out
He was going down, we planned
But this wasn't no ordinary man
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's a creep I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them 5th Ward 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 death on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
Aw man, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me