I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring 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 Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigga My momma's always stressing I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime 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 trying to kill me I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window Investigating the joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you [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 being 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 lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and beared down quick If it's going down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger What I saw'll make your ass start giggling 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 looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners My mind is playing tricks on me [Scarface] Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday morning I'm in service Praying for forgiveness And trying to find an exit out of the business I know the Lord is looking 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 realizing that I love her Now I'm feeling lonely My mind is playing tricks on me [Bushwick Bill] This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating Robbing 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 seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping 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 punching on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playing tricks on me
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring 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 Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigga My momma's always stressing I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime 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 trying to kill me I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window Investigating the joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you [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 being 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 lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and beared down quick If it's going down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger What I saw'll make your ass start giggling 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 looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners My mind is playing tricks on me [Scarface] Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday morning I'm in service Praying for forgiveness And trying to find an exit out of the business I know the Lord is looking 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 realizing that I love her Now I'm feeling lonely My mind is playing tricks on me [Bushwick Bill] This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating Robbing 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 seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping 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 punching on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playing tricks on me
A letra da música narra o sofrimento mental e o esgotamento da vida de um gangster, abordando sintomas de transtorno de estresse pós-traumático, paranoia, ideias suicidas e solidão.
O título e a temática surgiram de um momento pessoal de Scarface, que pediu à sua avó o que ela estava dizendo ao murmurar para si mesma, e ela respondeu: "Nada, minha mente está apenas me prestando golpes".
Originalmente, a canção foi escrita para um álbum solo de Scarface, que compôs três dos quatro versos, mas a gravadora Rap-A-Lot Records decidiu que teria mais valor como um single de lançamento oficial do grupo.
A faixa alcançou a 23ª posição na Billboard Hot 100, tornando-se o single que mais chegou ao topo das paradas na carreira dos Geto Boys.
O rapper Kid Cudi citou a música como sua "cantiga favorita no mundo" e revelou que ela foi a inspiração direta para seu hit "Day 'n' Nite", pois ele queria fazer a própria versão da obra.
A cultura hip-hop reverenciou a faixa de diversas formas: o grupo Clipping deu nome ao seu álbum de 2020 com uma linha da letra, e ela também apareceu na estação de rádio fictícia West Coast Classics do jogo Grand Theft Auto V.
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