Intro: Scarface

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 can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a [bad word] I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood [bad word] out my nose
It's somebody watchin the Ak' 
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't 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, But [bad word] that [bad word]  There's a [bad word] trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's [bad word] up when your mind is playin tricks on ya

Verse Two: Willie 
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 being tailed by the same sucker's 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
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a [bad word] Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this [bad word] over with
Here [bad word]  just like I figured
I got my hand on the [bad word] trigger
What I saw'll make your [bad word] start gigglin
Three black, 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 and peepin around corners 
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Three: 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 mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's 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 I'm worry-free, but that's [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 she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me

Verse Four: Bushwick Bill

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin 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
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the [bad word] in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary [bad word] He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the [bad word] I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them [bad word] 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 [bad word] on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God [bad word]  homie
My mind is pl