| Intro: scarface
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| I sit alone in my four-cornered room
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| Staring at candles
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| Oh that shit is on? | 
| heh
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| Let me drop some shit like this here
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| Real smooth
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| Verse one: scarface
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| At night I cant sleep, I toss and turn
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| Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
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| Four walls just staring at a nigga
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| Im paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
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| My mothers always stressing I aint living right
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| But I aint going out without a fight
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| See, everytime my eyes close
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| I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
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| Its somebody watchin the ak But I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back
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| I can see him when Im deep in the covers
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| When I awake I dont see the motherfucker
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| He owns a black hat like I own
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| A black suit and a cane like my own
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| Some might say «take a chill, b»
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| But fuck that shit, theres a nigga trying to kill me Im pumping in the clip when the wind blows
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| Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
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| Investigating the joint for traps
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| Checking my telephone for taps
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| Im staring at the woman on the corner
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| Its fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you
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| Verse two: willie d I make big money, I drive big cars
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| Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star
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| But late at night, somethin aint right
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| I feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lights
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| Is it that fool that I ran off the block
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| Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
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| Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
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| Thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour
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| Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
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| Aint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
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| But theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
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| If its going down lets get this shit over with
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| Here they come, just like I figured
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| I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
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| What I sawll make your ass start giggling
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| Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
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| I live by the sword
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| I take my boys everywhere I go Because Im paranoid
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| I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
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| My mind is playing tricks on me Verse three: scarface
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| Day by day its more impossible to cope
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| I feel like Im the one thats doing dope
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| Cant keep a steady hand because Im nervous
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| Every sunday morning Im in service
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| Playing for forgiveness
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| And trying to find an exit out of the business
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| I know the lord is looking at me But yet and still its hard for me to feel happy
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| I often drift while I drive
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| Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
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| Bang and get it over with
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| And then Im worry-free, but thats bullshit
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| I got a little boy to look after
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| And if I died then my child would be a bastard
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| 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 shit
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| But to me she was just another bitch
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| Now shes back with her mother
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| Now Im realizing that I love her
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| Now Im feeling lonely
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| My mind is playing tricks on me Verse four: bushwick bill
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| This year halloween fell on a weekend
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| Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
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| Robbing little kids for bags
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| Till an old man got behind our ass
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| So we speeded up the pace
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| Took a look back and he was right before our face
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| Wed be in for a squab no doubt
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| So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
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| He was going down, we figured
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| But this was no ordinary nigga
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| He stood about six or seven feet
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| Now, thats the nigga Id been seeing in my sleep
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| So we triple-teamed on him
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| Dropping them motherfuckin bs on him
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| The more I swung the more blood flew
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| Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
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| Then I felt just like a fiend
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| It wasnt even close to halloween
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| It was dark as fuck on the streets
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| My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
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| God damn, homie
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| My mind is playing tricks on me |