Letra de :jackers in my home

Verse 1:]
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, late by 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.



[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.


[Verse 2:]
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 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 im hearin´ someone whisper sayin "los ima getcha!"
And im knowin its 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.




[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.



[Verse 3:]
Shots started bangin, 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 bought 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 that 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.