First of all, take a deep breath.
Then prepare yourself.
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles.
Oh *, we on?
At night I can't sleep,
I toss and turn,
candlesticks in the dark,
visions of bodies being burned.
Four walls just staring at a brother,
I'm paranoid shaking while I'm sleeping in the
covers.
My father's always stressing I ain't living right,
cause I ain't leave a club without
a fight.
And every time my eyes close,
I see him coming,
and blood keeps coming out
my nose.
My brotherhood crazy,
packing toolies,
if any * enemies related to me.
That's
why I'm feeling trailed by this sucker.
I turn around, I don't see the mother.
He owns
a beauty like my own,
a red drop like my own,
a black hat down like my own.
Some might say
take a chill B, but that * crazy,
could try to kill me, grill me.
Paranoid thoughts,
they thrill me.
I'm running laps in my head before they chill me.
Is it real or my mind just having fun?
Run,
run, run, run, where's that son?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun.
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun.
Run,
run, run, run, where's that son?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun.
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun.
Run, run, I dig the best honeys.
I drive a fast car, everybody know me.
A rap superstar,
but late at night,
ayo,
something ain't right.
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head like,
nearly got killed,
and no wrong,
but I'm a soldier.
Fatal mistakes when I was young,
but now I'm older.
Yeah,
I find peace at home and seldom go out.
Convinced that my brains,
yo,
somebody wanna blow out.
Anonymous death threats on my cell phone.
Fans and killers now have a number because I'm well known,
hell no.
I seldom pick up a reply.
I did before, but
they do just holler, you'll die.
I live by the sword.
I bring my boys everywhere I go
because I'm paranoid.
I keep looking over my shoulders,
peep around the corners.
My
mind's playing tricks on me.
Can't stop, not minister to a mind diseased.
Pluck from the
memory a rooted sorrow.
Raise out the written troubles of the brain.
I wish some sweet oblivious
antidote.
Clans to stuff booze them,
that perilous stuff,
which weighs upon the heart.
Run, run, where's that son?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun.
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun.
Run, run, run, run, where's that son?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun.
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun.
Run,
run.
This year Halloween fell on a weekend.
Malik and Joe Flizz are trick or treating.
We sticking little kids for candies until we heard a scream,
yo,
that must be
daddy.
So we speeded up the pace and took
a look back and he was right before
our face.
Joe give a Tyson jab, I give a Foreman hook.
A drunken monkey kick, it
left him torn and shook.
He was going down we figured, but it was like a
shacking huck in one mixture.
He stood about at least seven feet.
Now that's a
creep I be seeing in my sleep.
So we double teamed on him.
If Goliath going down,
yo,
I'll probably put a beam on him.
The more I swung, the more blood flew.
Then he disappeared.
Then my boy disappeared too.
It felt like a dream.
I felt like a fiend.
It wasn't even close to Halloween.
It was darkest on the streets.
My hands were all bloody, up the concrete.
But who the fat kid with the fat gun?
If you see him run, run, run, where's that son?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun.
Hello,
hello,
I'm gonna kill you.
You know who this is?
If he die, you know what I'm saying?
If they put a hand for the big boy,
you know what I'm saying?
Me kill you for fun.
Bumper Clad!
Never mind, never mind, rude boy.
I just called you to just tell you to just chill,
bruh.
Just chill.