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 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 Gs outta town, lick buyin tres.
Im all alone, my girl said that she couldnt make it,
cause she caught a damn cold and her whole bodys aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really thinkin nothing of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes,
Somebodys in my house, Im heartbroken cause I
Couldnt tell my mom bye, they finally caught me slippin,
Ima die like a man homeboy, I aint trippin.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin too 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,
nuthin too 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 Beans 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, Ima getcha!
And Im knowin its the Devil, but I pay him 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.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin too 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.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin too 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 ringin, I was tumbling and divin,
runnin out of time, with my mind on survivin.
Dove out the window, but I started seein 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 flyin and it knocked down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army,
now they lookin like piatas 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 people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent em.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin too 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.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin too 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.