Due to heavy requests, Im providing the On The Move beat for your listening pleasure. This beat was produced by me, Slantize, of Shadowville Productions for Dope House Records which was released on The Last Chair Violinist as the song Jackers In My Home.\r
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Here are the lyrics:\r
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[Verse 1:]\r
They wipe tears while i wipe fingerprints off led.\r
They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the head.\r
I believe in good times having peace and fun.\r
But im still in my room tryna grease my gun.\r
Cant let it get rusty, if a shoot out breaks\r
The only thing i want jammin is my screwed out tape.\r
And tomorrows the big day gotta get my rest,\r
Fourty-Five Gs outta town, late by tres.\r
Im all alone, my girl said that she couldnt make it.\r
Cuz she caught a damn cold and her whole bodys aching.\r
And i feel kind of nervous, butterflys in my stomach.\r
But i drift off to sleep, really thinkin nothing of it.\r
Then, something wakes me up and i open my eyes\r
Somebodys in my house, Im heartbroken cuz i\r
Couldnt tell my Mom bye, they finally caught me slippin\r
Ima die like a man homeboy i aint trippin.\r
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[Chorus]\r
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Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.\r
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Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.\r
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[Verse 2:]\r
Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams.\r
Red beams in my house man this shit is so extreme.\r
I saw em dressed up in all black wit da mask.\r
And i knew they was coming for the birds and the cash.\r
So i rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin\r
And this is the price that you pay when you ballin\r
But how did they get the spare key to my crib?\r
It had to be my bitch, she gon die if i live!\r
Usually i keep a black glock on my dresser.\r
And im hearin someone whisper sayin los ima getcha!\r
And im knowin its the devil but i pay it no mind.\r
I been dodgin that fool ever since i was nine.\r
Gotta make it to the closet, where i keep my Mossberg.\r
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word.\r
Little did i know they had night vision goggles.\r
When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle.\r
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[Chorus]\r
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Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.\r
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Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.\r
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[Verse 3:]\r
Shots started bangin, i was tumbling and diving.\r
Runnin out of time, with my mind on surviving.\r
Dove out the window but i started seeing stars\r
I forgot last week bought some burglar bars.\r
Now my face is all wet and i know it aint sweat.\r
Bullet hit my leg so i rolled to the left.\r
Guess where i was at? Damn right, in the closet!\r
Grabbed a pump, now its my turn to make a deposit.\r
Damn slugs aint no punk hit the boy in his back\r
Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my lamp\r
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army.\r
Now they lookin like piñatas at the end of a party.\r
One was still alive so i started askin questions.\r
He could barely talk, spitin blood like venom.\r
He said he had a team and that people would rent him.\r
I killed the messengers now i need who sent em.\r
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[Chorus]\r
Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.\r
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Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home\r
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone\r
Im sorry that i chose the life under the curse\r
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.
