Jackers In my Home - South Park Mexican

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 havin' peace fun

But I'm still in my room tryin' to grease my gun

Can't let it get rusty if a shoot out breaks

The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed out tape

Tomorrow's the big day gotta get my rest

45 G's out of town lick buyin' tres

I'm all alone my girl said that she couldn't make it

Cause she caught a damn cold her whole body's achin'

I feel kind of nervous butterfly's in my stomach

But I drift off to sleep really thinkin' nothin' of it

Then somethin' wakes me up I open my eyes

Somebody's in my house I'm heartbroken

Cause I couldn't tell my Mom

"Bye" they finally caught me slippin'

I'm a die like a man homeboy I ain't trippin'

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church

Dreams of the cream enemies on different teams

Red beans in my house man this sh*t is so extreme

I saw 'em' dressed up in all black wit the mask

I knew they was comin' for the birds the cash

So I rolled out my bed hit the floor start crawlin'

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 b**ch he gon' die if I live

Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser

I'm hearin' someone whisperin'

Sayin' "Los's I'm a getcha "

I'm knowin' it's the devil but I pay it no mind

I been dodgin' that fool ever since I was 9

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

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church

Shots started rangin' I was tumblin' 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 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 a 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 flyin' it knocked down my lamp

Unloaded reloaded was a 3 man army

Now they lookin' like pitas at the end of a party

One was still alive so I start askin' questions

He could barely talk spitin' blood like venom

He said he had a team that people would rent him

I kill the messegers now I need who sent em'

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church

Gun shots to my dome Jackers In My Home

Nothin' to fancy just your average tombstone

I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse

I'll be dressed in a suit finally goin' to church