The Game - Bullet With Your Name On It lyrics

I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherf**ing stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it Motherf**ing b**h, you worried b**h n***a tell yo mama put a frame on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Irv Gotti with the flame on it I'm in the coupe, know the roof and it smell like Mary Jane, don't it? Balmain crew neck, [?] with the chain on it Goddamn, I'm the motherf**ing man Tote drums like a motherf**ing band So fly, I don't know where to land So fly, motherf**ing Peter Pan You put the city on your back like a motherf**ing tat Damn n***a, you can stand where I stand You can eat where I eat I got a house on the beach but I run these streets 100 grand every week 10 mil in the safe, so you know where I sleep Put a pillow by the combo Band arms like I'm Mutombo Ears to the street like Dumbo High school on El Segundo So you ain't gotta ask where I'm from though Hit the corner on Cedar, polo beater Run up on a n***a like pronto Run up on a n***a like Wingstop Lemon pepper wings when the motherf**ing beam hot Got the molly, got the white and the lean locked Selling dreams on my grandmama grandpop I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherf**ing stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherf**ing man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it (You know what the f** be pissing me off? That other motherf**ers think they run my block. n***a, this my block, n***a I don't give a f** who on this motherf**er. Grannies, kids, n***a old people, dogs, cats, I don't give a f** when I'm walking through the block, n***a everybody moving. You don't understand, n***a, this is my motherf**ing block. Anything can die, n***a, we k**ing motherf**ing flowers, we k**in' air, we'll put bullet holes in clouds, n***as gon' move when we coming down the block. Get the f** off that stoop!) I'm a f**ing alcoholic I'm on Rosecrans & Central In the Tam's drive thru And I got murder on my mental Lord please forgive me Please forgive me I say Lord please forgive me Please forgive me (You with the sh**? Then you gotta show me you with the sh**, n***a. Jump off that f**in' stoop, hit the f**in' gate, n***a. Grab your burners, it's time to go to war. n***a, it's a block war, it's my motherf**in' block. It ain't yours, yours, his, hers, it ain't nobodies but mine! If you wanna stay on this motherf**in' block, you standing behind me and I grip this motherf**in' trigger and I start giving it to n***as like ugh! ugh! ugh!) I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherf**ing stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherf**ing man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it (Can't nobody stop what the f** I'm doing. Lay that sh** the f** down, everybody get down, n***a, ah! You don't want none of this sh**, n***a! I'll give a n***a the whole f**in' clip. Every motherf**in' round in this motherf**er you can get. I'm breaking windows, I'm tearing hinges off of f**in doors. I'm flipping motherf**in cars, trucks, ambulances. This is my motherf**in block! Lay it down!) You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherf**ing stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherf**ing man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it