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(Willie D/Brad Jordan)
============================================================================= Lyrics w/ Chords ============================================================================= verse 1 Bm7 Em7 At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Bm7 Em7 Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned Bm7 Em7 Four walls closin' in gettin' bigger Bm7 Em7 I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger Bm7 Em7 My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right Bm7 Em7 But I ain't going out without a fight Bm7 Em7 See, everytime my eyes close Bm7 Em7 I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' out my nose Bm7 Em7 There's somebody watchin' the Ack' Bm7 Em7 But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back Bm7 Em7 I can see him when I'm deep in the covers Bm7 Em7 When I awake I hear a call burnin' rubber Bm7 Em7 He owns a black hat like I own Bm7 Em7 A black suit and a cane like my own Bm7 Em7 Some might say, "Take a chill, B" Bm7 Em7 But I can't G, cause there's somebody trying to kill me Bm7 Em7 I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows Bm7 Em7 Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my window Bm7 Em7 Investigatin' the joint for traps Bm7 Em7 Checkin' my telephone for taps Bm7 Em7 I'm starin' at the woman on the corner Bm7 Em7 It's messed up, when your mind is playin' tricks on you Main Riff verse 2 Bm7 Em7 I make big money, I drive big cars Bm7 Em7 Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star Bm7 Em7 But late at night, somethin' ain't right Bm7 Em7 I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights Bm7 Em7 Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Bm7 Em7 Or is it that clown last week that I shot? Bm7 Em7 Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars Bm7 Em7 Thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal Flour Bm7 Em7 Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Bm7 Em7 Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a mother***** Bm7 Em7 Hooked a left into Pop eye's and bailed out quick Bm7 Em7 If it's goin' down, let's get this shit over with Bm7 Em7 Here they come, just like I figured Bm7 Em7 I got my hand on the chrome play the trigger Bm7 Em7 What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin' Bm7 Em7 Three black crippled and crazy senior citizens Bm7 Em7 I live by the sword Bm7 Em7 I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid Bm7 Em7 I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners Bm7 Em7 My mind is playin' tricks on me Main Riff verse 3 Bm7 Em7 Day by day it's more impossible to cope Bm7 Em7 I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Bm7 Em7 Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Bm7 Em7 Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service Bm7 Em7 Prayin' for forgiveness Bm7 Em7 And tryin' to find an exit out the business Bm7 Em7 I know the Lord is lookin' at me Bm7 Em7 But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy Bm7 Em7 I often drift while I drive Bm7 Em7 Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide Bm7 Em7 BANG and get it over with Bm7 Em7 And then I'm worry-free, but that's nonsense Bm7 Em7 I got a little boy to look after Bm7 Em7 And if I died then my child would be a bastard Bm7 Em7 I had a woman down with me Bm7 Em7 But to me it seems like she was down to get me Bm7 Em7 She helped me out in this Bm7 Em7 But to me she was just another chick Bm7 Em7 Now she's back with her mother Bm7 Em7 Now I'm realizing that I love her Bm7 Em7 Now I'm feelin' lonely Bm7 Em7 My mind is playin' tricks on me Main Riff verse 4 Bm7 Em7 This year Halloween fell on a weekend Bm7 Em7 Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Bm7 Em7 Robbin' little kids for bags Bm7 Em7 Till an old man got behind our rags Bm7 Em7 So we speeded up the pace Bm7 Em7 Took a look back, and he was right before our face Bm7 Em7 He'd be in for a squabble no doubt Bm7 Em7 So I swung and and tried to take him out Bm7 Em7 He was goin' down, we planned Bm7 Em7 But this wasn't no ordinary man Bm7 Em7 He stood about six or seven feet Bm7 Em7 Now, that's the creep I'd be seein' in my sleep Bm7 Em7 So we triple-teamed on him Bm7 Em7 Droppin' them 5th ward B's on him Bm7 Em7 The more I swung the more blood flew Bm7 Em7 Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Bm7 Em7 Then I felt just like a fiend Bm7 Em7 It wasn't even close to Halloween Bm7 Em7 It was dark as death on the streets Bm7 Em7 My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete Bm7 Em7 God damn, homie Bm7 Em7 My mind is playin' tricks on me Bm7 Em7
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