South Park Mexican — Jackers in My Home

[Verse 1] 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 shootout breaks The only thing I want jammin is my screwed out tape And tomorrow's a big day, gotta get my rest Forty five "G's" out of town, link by a tres I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't make it Cuz she caught a damn cold, and her whole body is achin 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 is in my house, I'm heartbroken cuz I Couldn't tell my mom bye, they finally caught me slippin' I'mma die like a man, homeboy I ain't trippin' [Chorus 2X] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home Nothin' too fancy just your average tombstone I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse I'll be dressed in a suit, finally going 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, with the mask And knew I they was comin' for the birds and the cash So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and started crawlin And this is the price you gotta 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 ima get ya" And I'm knowing it's the devil but I pay it no mind I've 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 googles When they saw me on the floor, boys squeezed on the throttle [Chorus 2X] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home Nothin' too fancy just your average tombstone I'm sorry that I choose the life under the curse I'll be dressed in a suit, finally going to church [Verse 3] Shots started ringin' I was tumblin and diving Running 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 ain't sweat Bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to the left Guess where I was at? Damn right in the closet Grabbed the 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 flying, and it knocked down my lamp Unloaded, reloaded, was a three men army Now they looking like pinatas at the end of a party One was still alive, so I started asking questions He could barely talk, spitting blood like venom He said he had a team, and that people would rent him I killed the messengers now I need to send him [Chorus 2X] Gunhsots to my dome, jackers in my home Nothin' too fancy just your average tombstone I'm sorry that I choose the life under the curse I'll be dressed in a suit, finally going to church