Jackers In My Home
(专辑: The Last Chair Violinist - 2008)
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 jamming 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 thinking 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 slipping Ima die like a
man homeboy I
aint trippin [Chorus] 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 crawling And this is the
price that you pay when your balling 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 hearing 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 [Chorus] 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' [Chorus] 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