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verse 1Bm7Em7
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
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Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned
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Four walls closin' in gettin' bigger
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I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger
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My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
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But I ain't 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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There's somebody watchin' the Ack'
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But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back
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I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
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When I awake I hear a call burnin' rubber
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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 I can't G, cause there's somebody trying to kill me
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I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
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Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my window
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Investigatin' the joint for traps
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Checkin' my telephone for taps
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I'm starin' at the woman on the corner
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It's messed up, when your mind is playin' tricks on you
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verse 2Bm7Em7
I make big money, I drive big cars
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Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
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But late at night, somethin' ain't right
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I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
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Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
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Or is it that clown 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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Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a mother*****
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Hooked a left into Pop eye's and bailed out quick
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If it's goin' down, let's 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 chrome play the trigger
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What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin'
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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 I'm paranoid
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I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners
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My mind is playin' tricks on me
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verse 3Bm7Em7
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
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I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
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Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
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Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
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Prayin' for forgiveness
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And tryin' to find an exit out the business
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I know the Lord is lookin' at me
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But yet and still it's 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 I'm worry-free, but that's nonsense
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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
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But to me it seems like she was down to get me
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She helped me out in this
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But to me she was just another chick
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Now she's back with her mother
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Now I'm realizing that I love her
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Now I'm feelin' lonely
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My mind is playin' tricks on me
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verse 4Bm7Em7
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
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Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
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Robbin' little kids for bags
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Till an old man got behind our rags
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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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He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
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So I swung and and tried to take him out
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He was goin' down, we planned
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But this wasn't no ordinary man
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He stood about six or seven feet
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Now, that's the creep I'd be seein' in my sleep
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So we triple-teamed on him
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Droppin' them 5th ward B's 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 wasn't even close to Halloween
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It was dark as death 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 playin' tricks on me
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