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[Chorus: x2] I'm havin' nightmares My niggas say I'm p-noid They say I'm just p-noid [Bilal] I'm wakin' up in the middle of the night My heart keeps pumpin' like somethin' ain't right What's goin' on? When I go outside I feel somethin' behind me I'm lookin' back but nothing's around me (What's goin' on?) Man I don't know What am I trippin' on? There's somethin' in the room It's lurkin' in the shadows Staring through the darkness Man I don't know These four walls are closing in These voices ain't my friends They hauntin' me Those, those memories [Chorus: x2] [Malice] They comin' for me, they runnin' up I'm on my balcony seein' through the eyes of Tony They say we homies, but I see hatred Do not they know brotherly love is sacred? Niggas catch feelings even contemplate killin's When you see millions, there are many chameleons You're not a gunner, forreal you just a runner Haters, I spot you from afar and I'm the deer hunter They be thinkin' nice car, nice crib I be thinkin' how long will these niggas let me live I understand, 'cause people need things And they will take it from you And take you from your seedlings So even with the mumblest talk I still walk the most humblest walk And one day, they may even catch up with me, man But 'til then, I'm Leonardo, catch me if you can [Chorus] Look over your shoulder, somethin' is there And I'm so scared When I'm alone Iâ??m so scared! Now it's inchin' closer, trouble is near But nothing's there When I look nothing's there I'm out of my mind I'm runnin' from guilt But it's right by my side There's nowhere to hide I'm out of my mind I'm runnin' from guilt But it's right by my side There's nowhere to hide [Pusha T] I make big money! Drive big cars! Everybody know me! It's like I'm a movie star! Virginia Nights Selling hard white, to selling out shows Every gangsta love my flows Still I creep low thinking niggas tryna harm me Hopin' my karma ain't comin' back here to haunt me Was it that nigga I took his powder with a smile Prayin' to lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit! I peel niggas girls back like Alpha Hydroxy Spend money like Happy Days Iâ??m the real Fonzi Top off the coop thatâ??s how JFK got shot be Canâ??t let niggas roll up aside me and Tupac me Holla if you hear me, tears flowin' sincerely Checkin' up my block weekly, my health yearly Somethin's wrong with me Niggas don't get along with me Got a 4'4, hope your body got strong kidneys OH! [Chorus]
Written by: WILLIE DENNIS, FREDERIC FAYETTE-MIKANO, BRIAN JORDAN, DOUG KING, GENE ELLIOTT JR THORNTON, TERRANCE THORNTON, TERRENCE THORNTON, GENE THORNTON JR, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS
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