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Letra actual de la canción
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles<br />Oh that shit is on? Heh<br />Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth<br /><br />Verse One: Scarface<br /><br />At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn<br />Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned<br />Four walls just starin at a nigga<br />I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger<br />My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right<br />But I ain't going out without a fight<br />See, everytime my eyes close<br />I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose<br />It's somebody watchin the Ak' <br />But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back<br />I can see him when I'm deep in the covers<br />When I awake I don't see the motherfucker<br />He owns a black hat like I own<br />A black suit and a cane like my own<br />Some might say, "Take a chill, B"<br />But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me<br />I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows<br />Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window<br />Investigatin the joint for traps<br />Checkin my telephone for taps<br />I'm starin at the woman on the corner<br />It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya<br /><br />Verse Two: Willie D<br /><br />I make big money, I drive big cars<br />Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star<br />But late at night, somethin ain't right<br />I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights<br />Is it that fool that I ran off the block?<br />Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?<br />Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars<br />Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour<br />Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers<br />Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker<br />Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick<br />If it's goin down let's get this shit over with<br />Here they come, just like I figured<br />I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger<br />What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin<br />Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens<br />I live by the sword<br />I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid<br />I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners <br />My mind is playin tricks on me<br /><br />Verse Three: Scarface<br /><br />Day by day it's more impossible to cope<br />I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope<br />Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous<br />Every Sunday mornin I'm in service<br />Prayin for forgiveness<br />And tryin to find an exit out the business<br />I know the Lord is lookin at me<br />But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy<br />I often drift while I drive<br />Havin fatal thoughts of suicide<br />BANG and get it over with<br />And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit<br />I got a little boy to look after<br />And if I died then my child would be a bastard<br />I had a woman down with me<br />But to me it seemed like she was down to get me<br />She helped me out in this shit<br />But to me she was just another bitch<br />Now she's back with her mother<br />Now I'm realizing that I love her<br />Now I'm feelin lonely<br />My mind is playin tricks on me<br /><br />Verse Four: Bushwick Bill<br /><br />This year Halloween fell on a weekend<br />Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin<br />Robbin little kids for bags<br />Till an old man got behind our ass<br />So we speeded up the pace<br />Took a look back, and he was right before our face<br />He'd be in for a squabble no doubt<br />So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth<br />He was goin down, we figured<br />But this was no ordinary nigga<br />He stood about six or seven feet<br />Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep<br />So we triple-teamed on him<br />Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him<br />The more I swung the more blood flew<br />Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too<br />Then I felt just like a fiend<br />It wasn't even close to Halloween<br />It was dark as fuck on the streets<br />My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete<br />God damn, homie<br />My mind is playin tricks on me
Letra nueva de la canción
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles<br />Oh that shit is on? Heh<br />Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth<br /><br />Verse One: Scarface<br /><br />At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn<br />Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned<br />Four walls just starin at a nigga<br />I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger<br />My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right<br />But I ain't going out without a fight<br />See, everytime my eyes close<br />I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose<br />It's somebody watchin the Ak' <br />But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back<br />I can see him when I'm deep in the covers<br />When I awake I don't see the motherfucker<br />He owns a black hat like I own<br />A black suit and a cane like my own<br />Some might say, "Take a chill, B"<br />But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me<br />I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows<br />Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window<br />Investigatin the joint for traps<br />Checkin my telephone for taps<br />I'm starin at the woman on the corner<br />It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya<br /><br />Verse Two: Willie D<br /><br />I make big money, I drive big cars<br />Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star<br />But late at night, somethin ain't right<br />I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights<br />Is it that fool that I ran off the block?<br />Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?<br />Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars<br />Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour<br />Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers<br />Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker<br />Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick<br />If it's goin down let's get this shit over with<br />Here they come, just like I figured<br />I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger<br />What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin<br />Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens<br />I live by the sword<br />I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid<br />I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners <br />My mind is playin tricks on me<br /><br />Verse Three: Scarface<br /><br />Day by day it's more impossible to cope<br />I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope<br />Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous<br />Every Sunday mornin I'm in service<br />Prayin for forgiveness<br />And tryin to find an exit out the business<br />I know the Lord is lookin at me<br />But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy<br />I often drift while I drive<br />Havin fatal thoughts of suicide<br />BANG and get it over with<br />And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit<br />I got a little boy to look after<br />And if I died then my child would be a bastard<br />I had a woman down with me<br />But to me it seemed like she was down to get me<br />She helped me out in this shit<br />But to me she was just another bitch<br />Now she's back with her mother<br />Now I'm realizing that I love her<br />Now I'm feelin lonely<br />My mind is playin tricks on me<br /><br />Verse Four: Bushwick Bill<br /><br />This year Halloween fell on a weekend<br />Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin<br />Robbin little kids for bags<br />Till an old man got behind our ass<br />So we speeded up the pace<br />Took a look back, and he was right before our face<br />He'd be in for a squabble no doubt<br />So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth<br />He was goin down, we figured<br />But this was no ordinary nigga<br />He stood about six or seven feet<br />Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep<br />So we triple-teamed on him<br />Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him<br />The more I swung the more blood flew<br />Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too<br />Then I felt just like a fiend<br />It wasn't even close to Halloween<br />It was dark as fuck on the streets<br />My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete<br />God damn, homie<br />My mind is playin tricks on me
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