I Hear Footsteps (feat. Consequence)

This is a warning, that you need to take heed to

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

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

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