Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Too my pistol out, unlocked it Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this motherfucker And killed his ass just like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and kill yo ass just like Jesse James What's my motherfucking name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his motherfucking head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathing And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seeing He did his dirt and got the f*ck up out the picture The hollow point just hit ya, out of line, so it got with ya Call the motherfucking helicopter But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (motherfucker, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (motherfucker, you) I know this motherfucking game is shift And you done lost the fucking game of life And that's a motherfucking shame You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a motherfucking shame You came around this motherfucker and let me do ya like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game? Wait, this motherfucker got me bent, I gots to, break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my, face He best to chill before I hit him with this, lace And catch this motherfucking case Cause once I hit it blind, once I get him blind Because I'm true to myself, f*ck the dumb shit You ain't no motherfucking gangsta, gee And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain't to be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearing you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck) I could give a motherfuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (Screaming for vengeance) Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and cut yo ass just like Jesse James Put out your motherfucking brains I come around this motherfucker and do yo ass just like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game?
Written by: JEREMY MAX FINER, SHANE PATRICK LYSAGHT MACGOWAN, CAIT O'RIORDAN, JAMES THIRKHILL FEARNLEY, ANDREW DAVID RANKEN, PETER SPIDER STACEY, DP
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