Jackers In My Home

They wipe tears

While I wipe fingerprints off lead

They say shoot for the stars

I say shoot for the head

I believe in good times

Having peace and fun

But I'm still in my room

Tryna grease my gun

Can't let it get rusty

If a shoot out breaks

The only thing I want jammin'

Is my screwed out tape

And tomorrow's the big day

Gotta get my rest

Forty-five G's outta town

Link by tres

I'm all alone

My girl said that she couldn't make it

'Cause she caught a damn cold

And her whole body's aching

And I feel kinda nervous

Butterflies in my stomach

But I drift off to sleep

Really thinkin' nothin' of it

Then, something wakes me up

And I open my eyes

Somebody's in my house

I'm heartbroken 'cause I

Couldn't tell my mom, bye

They finally caught me slippin'

I'ma die like a man, homeboy

I ain't trippin'

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit

And finally goin' to church

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll 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 with the mask

And I knew they was comin'

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 you 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 I'm hearin' someone whisper

Sayin', Los, I'ma getcha

And I'm knowin' it's the devil

But I pay it no mind

I been dodgin' 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

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit

And finally goin' to church

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit

And finally goin' to church

Shots started ringin'

I was tumblin' and divin'

Runnin' outta time

With my mind on survivin'

Dove out the window

But I started seein' stars

I forgot last week

Bought some burglar bars

Now my face is all wet

And I know it ain't 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 it's my turn

To make a deposit

Damn slugs ain't no punk

Hit the boy in his back

Saw his right leg flyin'

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 start askin' questions

He could barely talk

Spittin' blood like venom

He said he had a team

And that people would rent 'em

I killed the messengers

Now I need who sent 'em

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit

And finally goin' to church

Gunshots to my dome

Jackers in my home

Nothing too fancy

Just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life

Under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit

And finally goin' to church