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Ghetto Boys
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My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me
Lyricist:Dennis Willie, Dennis Willie James, Hayes Isaac, Hayes Isaac Lee, Jordan Brad, King Doug
I sit alone in my four-cornered room , starin' at candles Oh, that shit is on? Heh Let me drop some shit like this here Real smooth
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 nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigga
My momma's always stressin', I ain't livin' right But I ain't goin' out without a fight See, every time my eyes close I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' 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 motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say take a chill, G But fuck that shit, there's a nigga tryin' to kill me
I'm poppin' in a 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 fucked up when your mind is playin' tricks on you
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 bein' tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga 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 be lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and beared down quick If it's goin' down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin' trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin' Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword, I take my boys every where I go Because I'm paranoid Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners My mind is playin' tricks on me
Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doin' 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 of 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 when I drive Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide Bang and get it over with And then I'm worry-free but that's bullshit
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 shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother, now, I'm realizin' that I love her Now I'm feelin' lonely, my mind is playin' tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treatin' Robbin' little kids for bags Till a law man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squable no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figga'd But this wasn't no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seein' in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him Droppin' them motherfuckin' beads 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 fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete God damn, homie, my mind is playin' tricks on me
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