I Make Big Money I Drive Big Cars Everybody Know Me Lyrics

I Make Big Money I Drive Big Cars Everybody Know Me Lyrics sung by Geto Boys represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Mind Playing Tricks on Me by Geto Boys.

I Make Big Money I Drive Big Cars Everybody Know Me Lyrics

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Starin’ at candles
Oh, that s^^t is on?
Let me drop some s^^t like this here, real smooth

At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein’ burned
Four walls just starin’ at a n^^ga
I’m paranoid, sleepin’ with my finger on the trigger
My mother’s always stressin’ I ain’t livin’ right
But I ain’t goin’ out without a fight
See, every time 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 motherf^^ker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a ‘caine like my own
Some might say, “Take a chill, B.”
But f^^k that s^^t! There’s a n^^ga tryin’ to kill me
I’m poppin’ in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin’ out my window
Investigatin’ the joint for traps
Checkin’ my telephone for taps
I’m starin’ at the woman on the corner
It’s f^^ked up when your mind’s playin’ tricks on ya

[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 bein’ tailed by the same sucker’s head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that n^^ga 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
Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain’t no use to me lyin’
I was scareder than a motherf^^ker
Hooked a left into Popeye’s and bailed out quick
If it’s goin’ down, let’s get this s^^t over with
Here they come just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherf^^kin’ trigger
What I saw’ll make your a^^ start gigglin’
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 lookin’ over my shoulder
And peepin’ around corners; my mind is playin’ tricks on me

Day by day it’s more impossible to cope
I feel like I’m the one that’s doin’ dope
Can’t keep a steady hand, because I’m nervous
Every Sunday morning I’m in service
Prayin’ for forgiveness
And tryin’ to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin’ at me
But yet and still it’s hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin’ fatal thoughts of suicide
B^^g and get it over with
And then I’m worry-free, but that’s bulls^^t
I got a little boy to look after
And if I die, then my child’ll be a b^^tard
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 s^^t
But to me she was just another b^^ch
Now she’s back with her mother
Now I’m realizing that I love her
Now I’m feelin’ lonely
My mind is playin’ tricks on me

[Bushwick Bill:]
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin’
Robbin’ little kids for bags
‘Til a law man got behind our a^^
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He’d be in for a squabble, no doubt
So I swung and hit the n^^ga in his mouth
He was goin’ down we figured
But this wasn’t no ordinary n^^ga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that’s the n^^ga I’d be seein’ in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin’ them motherf^^kin’ B’s 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 f^^k on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin’ on the concrete
Godd^^n, homie!
My mind is playin’ tricks on me

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