I sit alone in my four-cornered room

Staring at candles

Oh that [bad word] is on? heh

Let me drop some [bad word] like this here

Real smooth



Verse one: scarface



At night I cant sleep, I toss and turn

Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned

Four walls just staring at a [bad word] 
Im paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger

My mothers always stressing I aint living right

But I aint going out without a fight

See, everytime my eyes close

I start sweatin, and blood [bad word] out my nose

Its somebody watchin the ak

But I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back

I can see him when Im deep in the covers

When I awake I dont see the [bad word] 
He owns a black hat like I own

black suit and a cane like my own

Some might say "take a chill, b"

But [bad word] that [bad word]  theres a [bad word] trying to kill me

Im pumping in the clip when the wind blows

Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window

Investigating the joint for traps

Checking my telephone for taps

Im staring at the woman on the corner

Its [bad word] up when your mind is playing tricks on you



Verse two: willie d



I make big money, I drive big cars

Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star

But late at night, somethin aint right

I feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lights

Is it that fool that I ran off the block

Or is it that [bad word] 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

Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Aint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a [bad word] 
But theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quick

If its going down lets get this [bad word] over with

Here [bad word]  just like I figured

I got my hand on the [bad word] trigger

What I sawll make your [bad word] start giggling

Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens

I live by the sword

I take my boys everywhere I go

Because Im paranoid

I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners

My mind is playing tricks on me



Verse three: scarface



Day by day its more impossible to cope

I feel like Im the one thats doing dope

Cant keep a steady hand because Im nervous

Every sunday morning Im in service

Playing for forgiveness

And trying to find an exit out of the business

I know the lord is looking at me

But yet and still its hard for me to feel happy

I often drift while I drive

Havin fatal thoughts of suicide

Bang and get it over with

And then Im worry-free, but thats [bad word] 
I got a little boy to look after

And if I died then my child would be a [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
But to me she was just another [bad word] 
Now shes back with her mother

Now Im realizing that I love her

Now Im feeling lonely

My mind is playing tricks on me



Verse four: bushwick bill



This year halloween fell on a weekend

Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating

Robbing little kids for bags

Till an old man got behind our [bad word] 
So we speeded up the pace

Took a look back and he was right before our face

Wed be in for a squab no doubt

So I swung and hit the [bad word] in his mouth

He was going down, we figured

But this was no ordinary [bad word] 
He stood about six or seven feet

Now, thats the [bad word] Id been seeing in my sleep

So we triple-teamed on him

Dropping them [bad word] bs on him

The more I swung the more blood flew

Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too

T