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