[Verse 1: SPM] 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 gease my gun, Can't let it get rusty, If a shoot out breaks, The only thing I want jammin' is my Screw Out Tapes, And Tomorrow is the Big Day, Gotta get rest, 45 G's out of town, Lick by dress, I'm all alone, My girl said that she couldn't make it, Cuz she got a damn cold, And her whole body's aching, And I feel kinda nervous, Butterfly in my stomach, But I drift off to sleep, Really thinking nothing of it, Then something wakes me up, And 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 ain't trippin'
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
[Verse 2: SPM] Dreams of the creams, Enemies on different teams, Red beams in my house, Man this shit is so extreme, I saw them dress up in all black, With the masks, And I knew they were comin' for the Birds and the Cash, So I rolled out my bed, Hit the flo', And started crawlin', And this is the price that you pay when your ballin', But How did they get the spare key from my crib? It had to be my Bitch, She gon' died if I live, Usually I keep a black glock on the dresser, And I hearin' someone whisper sayin', "Los Ima Get Cha", I'm knowin it's the Devil, But I pay it no mind, I've been dodgin' that fool, Ever since I was nine, Gotta make to the closet, Where I keep my Mossberg, Slugs shots, One hit, Never speak another word, Little did I know, They had Night Vision Goggles, When they saw me on the flo', Boys squeeze on the throttle,
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
[Verse 3: SPM] Shots started ringing, 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, Bout some Burglar Bara, Now my face is all wet, And I know it ain't sweat, Bullet hit me leg, So rolled to the left, Guess where I was at? Dam right in the closet, Grab the pump, Now it's my turn to make a deposit, Them slugs ain't no punk, Hit the boy in his back, Saw his right leg flyin', And it knock down my lamp, Unloaded, Reloaded, It was a 3 man army, Now they looking like them yatas at the end of a party, One was still alive, So I started asking questions, He can barely talk, Spitin' blood like venom, He said he had a team, And that people would rent them, I killed the messager, Now I knew who send them
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1: SPM] 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 gease my gun, Can't let it get rusty, If a shoot out breaks, The only thing I want jammin' is my Screw Out Tapes, And Tomorrow is the Big Day, Gotta get rest, 45 G's out of town, Lick by dress, I'm all alone, My girl said that she couldn't make it, Cuz she got a damn cold, And her whole body's aching, And I feel kinda nervous, Butterfly in my stomach, But I drift off to sleep, Really thinking nothing of it, Then something wakes me up, And 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 ain't trippin'
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
[Verse 2: SPM] Dreams of the creams, Enemies on different teams, Red beams in my house, Man this shit is so extreme, I saw them dress up in all black, With the masks, And I knew they were comin' for the Birds and the Cash, So I rolled out my bed, Hit the flo', And started crawlin', And this is the price that you pay when your ballin', But How did they get the spare key from my crib? It had to be my Bitch, She gon' died if I live, Usually I keep a black glock on the dresser, And I hearin' someone whisper sayin', "Los Ima Get Cha", I'm knowin it's the Devil, But I pay it no mind, I've been dodgin' that fool, Ever since I was nine, Gotta make to the closet, Where I keep my Mossberg, Slugs shots, One hit, Never speak another word, Little did I know, They had Night Vision Goggles, When they saw me on the flo', Boys squeeze on the throttle,
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
[Verse 3: SPM] Shots started ringing, 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, Bout some Burglar Bara, Now my face is all wet, And I know it ain't sweat, Bullet hit me leg, So rolled to the left, Guess where I was at? Dam right in the closet, Grab the pump, Now it's my turn to make a deposit, Them slugs ain't no punk, Hit the boy in his back, Saw his right leg flyin', And it knock down my lamp, Unloaded, Reloaded, It was a 3 man army, Now they looking like them yatas at the end of a party, One was still alive, So I started asking questions, He can barely talk, Spitin' blood like venom, He said he had a team, And that people would rent them, I killed the messager, Now I knew who send them
[Chorus: SPM] Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church Gunshots to my dome, Jackers in my Home, Nothing to fancy, Just your average tomb stone, I'm sorry that I choice the life under the curse, I'll be dress in the suit, And finally go on to Church
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