Lyrics:

(Scarface)
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

(Scarface)
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger
My mother'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 watching 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, B'
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga tryin' to kill me
I'm popping 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's playin' tricks on ya

(Willie D)
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 headlights
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
Reached 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 bailed out 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 make your ass start gigglin
Three blind, 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

(Scarface)
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 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 die, then my child'll 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 wit her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me

(Bushwick Bill)
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys 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 squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin' down, we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' them motherfuckin 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 fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me