Geto Boys - Mind Playin Tricks On Me Lyrics
Intro: scarfaceI sit alone in my four-cornered roomStaring at candlesOh that shit is on? hehLet me drop some shit like this hereReal smoothVerse one: scarfaceAt night I cant sleep, I toss and turnCandle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burnedFour walls just staring at a niggaIm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the triggerMy mothers always stressing I aint living rightBut I aint going out without a fightSee, everytime my eyes closeI start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my noseIts somebody watchin the akBut I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my backI can see him when Im deep in the coversWhen I awake I dont see the mother*****erHe owns a black hat like I ownA black suit and a cane like my ownSome might say take a chill, bBut ***** that shit, theres a nigga trying to kill meIm pumping in the clip when the wind blowsEvery twenty seconds got me peeping out my windowInvestigating the joint for trapsChecking my telephone for tapsIm staring at the woman on the cornerIts *****ed up when your mind is playing tricks on youVerse two: willie dI make big money, I drive big carsEverybody know me, its like Im a movie starBut late at night, somethin aint rightI feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lightsIs it that fool that I ran off the blockOr is it that nigga last week that I shotOr is it the one I beat for five thousand dollarsThought he had caine but it was gold medal flourReach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckersAint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a mother*****erBut theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quickIf its going down lets get this shit over withHere they come, just like I figuredI got my hand on the mother*****ing triggerWhat I sawll make your ass start gigglingThree black, crippled and crazy senior citizensI live by the swordI take my boys everywhere I goBecause Im paranoidI keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around cornersMy mind is playing tricks on meVerse three: scarfaceDay by day its more impossible to copeI feel like Im the one thats doing dopeCant keep a steady hand because Im nervousEvery sunday morning Im in servicePlaying for forgivenessAnd trying to find an exit out of the businessI know the lord is looking at meBut yet and still its hard for me to feel happyI often drift while I driveHavin fatal thoughts of suicideBang and get it over withAnd then Im worry-free, but thats bullshitI got a little boy to look afterAnd if I died then my child would be a bastardI had a woman down with meBut to me it seemed like she was down to get meShe helped me out in this shitBut to me she was just another *****Now shes back with her motherNow Im realizing that I love herNow Im feeling lonelyMy mind is playing tricks on meVerse four: bushwick billThis year halloween fell on a weekendMe and geto boyz are trick-or-treatingRobbing little kids for bagsTill an old man got behind our assSo we speeded up the paceTook a look back and he was right before our faceWed be in for a squab no doubtSo I swung and hit the nigga in his mouthHe was going down, we figuredBut this was no ordinary niggaHe stood about six or seven feetNow, thats the nigga Id been seeing in my sleepSo we triple-teamed on himDropping them mother*****in bs on himThe more I swung the more blood flewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared, tooThen I felt just like a fiendIt wasnt even close to halloweenIt was dark as ***** on the streetsMy hands were all bloody from punching on the concreteGod damn, homieMy mind is playing tricks on me
