They wipe tears while I wipe finger prints off leds...
They say shoot for the stars but I say shoot for their heads...
I believe in good times, having peace and fun..
But im still in my room trying to grease my gun...
Cant let it get rusty, if a shootout breaks...
The only thing I want jamming is my screwed up tape..
Tomorrow in the big day, got to get my rest...
45 gs out of town lick the trest...
Im all alone, my girl said she that couldnt make it...
She said she caught a cold and her whole body is acing....
And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach...
But I drift off to sleep, really thinking nothing of it...
Then Something wakes me up, and I open my eyes...
Someone is in my house, Im hearth broken....
Because I couldnt tell my mother bye, they finally caught me slipping,
But Im going to die like a man so Im not tripping..
I saw them all dressed up in all black with a mask....
And I knew they were coming for the birds and the cash..
Soo I rolled out the bed, hit the floor started crawling...
And this is the prize that you pay when you baling..
But how did they get the spare key to my house....
It had to be my girl, shes going to die if I live...
Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser...
And Im hearing someone whisper saying Im going to get you...
Now I know when its the devil but I pay it no mind...
I been dodging that fool every since I was 12...
Got to make it to my closet where I keep my mas berg...
If one shot hit youll never speak another word...
Little did I know that they had night vision goggles...
When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle...
Shots started ringing, I was tumbling and diving...
Running out of time, with my mind of surviving...
Now my face is all wet and I know it aint no sweat...
Bullet hit my leg so I rolled to my left...
Guess where I was at, damn right in the closet...
Grabbed the pump, now its my turn to make a deposit...
Damn slugs and no punk, hit boy on his back...
Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my lamp....
Unloaded and reloaded is a 3 man army...
One was still alive so I started asking questions...
He could barely talk, spitting blood out his mouth like venom...
He said he had a team, and that they would renown....
I killing the messengers....
Gun shots to my dome, jakers in my home...
Nothing to fancy, just your average tomb stone...
Im sorry I chose the life under curse...
Ill be dressed in a suit finally going to church....
