| This is a warning, that you need to take into
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| Otherwise the consequences that’ll leads to
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| Cold sweats that’ll feel like a steam room
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| And dark nights that you probably won’t sleep through
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| Just when you think you about to call it a night
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| You get a funny feeling that something ain’t right
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| Because all the way home with your son and your wife
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| You realize this game have to come with a price
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| So payback’s a bitch when you caught in the life
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| And the Lost and the Damned cut you off with the bikes
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| That’s how it goes when you caught in the hype
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| And now your worst nightmare’s coming to life
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| Because they tip, toe, real, slow
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| And you can hear the screams through your window
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| How they even get up on your whip? |
| Whoa!
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| Until you take it off like a strip show
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| I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| Just when you said you quit the game if you could
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| The homies won’t holler that you left them for good
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| And you thought it would be calmer in this neck of the woods
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| So if you could get a weapon and some armor you should
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| Because now you got decisions that are hard to avoid
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| The good night sleep that you used to enjoy
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| Has been interrupted by a startle of noise
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| That lurks in the dark and won’t respond to your voice
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| Because they tip, toe, real, slow
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| And lift up the screen to your window
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| How they even find out where you live? |
| Whoa!
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| They want the best scheming from the get go
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| I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| Just when you thought you put the past behind you
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| News flash, it’s right behind you
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| In a black mask breathing hard to find you
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| And that’s when the feelings in your heart to find you
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| Is you going to let them run up in your crib?
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| And put the gun up to your kid?
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| Well if that’s the way it is, you can push to the limit
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| Till something’s got to give
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| Because they tip, toe, real, slow
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| And lift up the screen to your window
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| Guess who’s waiting for them in the crib, whoa!
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| And his trigger finger’s about to let the clip go
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| I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there
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| I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
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| I turn around but no one there |