Jacker In My Home Songtext
von SPM

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 I′m still in my room, tryna grease my gun
Can't let it get rusty if a shootout breaks
The only thing I want jammin′ is my screwed-out tape
And tomorrow's the big day, gotta get my rest
45 G's out of town, lick buyin′ tres

I′m all alone, my girl said that she couldn't make it
′Cause she caught a - cold, and her whole body's aching
And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach
But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin′ nothin' of it
Then, something wakes me up, and I open my eyes
Somebody′s in my house, I'm heartbroken 'cause I
Couldn′t tell my mom "bye," they finally caught me slippin′
I'ma die like a man, homeboy, I ain′t trippin'


Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I′m sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin′ to church

Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin′ to church

Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams
Red beans in my house, man, this sh- is so extreme
I saw ′em dressed up in all black with the mask
And I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor, and start crawlin'
And this is the price that you pay when you′re ballin'
But how did they get the spare key to my crib?
It had to be my b-, she gon′ die if I live


Usually, I keep a black Glock on my dresser
And I'm hearin′ someone whisper, sayin', "Los, I'ma getcha"
And I′m knowin′ it's the devil, but I pay it no mind
I′ve been dodging that fool ever since I was nine
Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word
Little did I know they had night vision goggles
When they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle

Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I′ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church

Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I′m sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church

Shots started rangin′, I was tumbling and diving
Runnin′ out of time, with my mind on surviving
Dove out the window, but I started seeing stars
I forgot last week 'bout some burglar bars
Now my face is all wet, and I know it ain′t sweat
Bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to the left
Guess where I was at? - right, in the closet
Grabbed a pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit

Damn slugs ain′t no punk, hit the boy in his back
Saw his right leg flying, and it knocked down my lamp
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three-man-army
Now they lookin' like piñatas at the end of a party
One was still alive, so I started askin′ questions
He could barely talk, spitin' blood like venom
He said he had a team and the people would rent him
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent 'em

Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I′m sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I′ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church

Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone
I′m sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin′ to church