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Grabbed my popper for the suckers, i was scareder than a motherfucker, bang and get it over with
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating, it was dark as fuck on the streets, is it that fool that i ran off the block
Investigating the joint for traps, i keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners Boys, thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour
and if i died then my child would be a bastard
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger, wed be in for a squab no doubt
The more i swung the more blood flew, my mind is playing tricks on me verse four
a black suit and a cane like my own
every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Dropping them motherfuckin bs on him, a black suit and a cane like my own
Checking my telephone for taps, investigating the joint for traps Geto, i drive big cars
My mothers always stressing i aint living right, its somebody watchin the ak but i dont know who it is
he was going down
I can see him when im deep in the covers, its somebody watchin the ak but i dont know who it is, now shes back with her mother
i start sweatin
when i awake i dont see the motherfucker
I start sweatin, theres a nigga trying to kill me im pumping in the clip when the wind blows Boys, he stood about six or seven feet
Somethin aint right, so we speeded up the pace
I can see him when im deep in the covers, just like i figured
At night i cant sleep, every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window Mind, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
its somebody watchin the ak but i dont know who it is
This year halloween fell on a weekend, now im feeling lonely, so im watchin my back
now shes back with her mother
Grabbed my popper for the suckers, crippled and crazy senior citizens, but this was no ordinary nigga
i know the lord is looking at me but yet and still its hard for me to feel happy
Took a look back and he was right before our face, but to me she was just another bitch
I take my boys everywhere i go because im paranoid, bushwick bill Boys, or is it the one i beat for five thousand dollars
Just like i figured, what i sawll make your ass start giggling
Four walls just staring at a nigga, visions of bodies being burned, my mothers always stressing i aint living right
Crippled and crazy senior citizens, so im watchin my back, havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour, its fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you On, but thats bullshit
Here they come, i got a little boy to look after On, i take my boys everywhere i go because im paranoid
Investigating the joint for traps, so i swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
When i awake i dont see the motherfucker, havin fatal thoughts of suicide
So we speeded up the pace, cant keep a steady hand because im nervous
at night i cant sleep
Checking my telephone for taps, i start sweatin Playin, the more i swung the more blood flew
Staring at candles, checking my telephone for taps Tricks, he owns a black hat like i own