Jackers In My Home

They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off led

They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the head

I believe in good times having peace and fun

But im still in my room tryna grease my gun

Cant let it get rusty, if a shoot out breaks

The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed out tape

And tomorrows the big day gotta get my rest

Fourty-Five G's outta town, lick buyin tres

Im all alone, my girl said that she could'nt make it

Cuz she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching

And I feel kind of nervous, butterfly's in my stomach

But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it

Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes

Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken cuz I

Couldn't tell my Mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin'

Ima die like a man homeboy I aint trippin

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church

Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams

Red beams in my house man this shit is so extreme

I saw em' dressed up in all black wit da mask

And I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash

So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin'

And this is the price that you pay when your ballin'

But how did they get the spare key to my crib?

It had to be my bitch, she gon' die if I live!

Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser

And im hearin' someone whisper sayin "los's ima getcha!"

And im knowin its the devil but I pay it no mind

I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine

Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg

Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word

Little did I know they had night vision goggles

When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church

Shots started rangin, I was tumbling and diving

Runnin out of time, with my mind on surviving

Dove out the window but I started seeing stars

I forgot last week bout some burglar bars

Now my face is all wet and I know it aint sweat

Bullet hit my leg so I rolled to the left

Guess where I was at? Damn right, in the closet!

Grabbed a pump, now its my turn to make a deposit

Damn slugs aint no punk hit the boy in his back

Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my lamp

Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army

Now they lookin like piñatas at the end of a party

One was still alive so I started askin questions

He could barely talk, spitin blood like venom

He said he had a team and people would rent him

I killed the messengers now I need who sent em'

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home

Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone

Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse

Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church