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 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 dia gotta get my rest,
Fourty-Five G's outta town, late por tres.
Im all alone, my girl said that she could'nt make it.
Cuz she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
And i feel kind of nervous, butterfly's in my stomach.
But i drift off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
Then,...