Jesse James

Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket

Took 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 **** that I came here to get, notify his children

That their old man done fell up out the game

Because I came through this motherfucker

And killed his ass just like Jesse James

Think it's a motherfucking game?

I come around this motherfucker and kill your ass just like Jesse James

What's my motherfucking name?

There'll be no witnesses to this homicide

No reenactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized

All you got is a **** 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 ****'s on the go, 'cause we ain't seen him

He did his dirt and got the fuck 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 **** off a hell-a proper

That oughta hold your monkey ass, motherfucker, you

That oughta teach your funky ass, motherfucker, you

I know this motherfucking game is shite

And you done lost the fucking game of life

And that's a motherfucking shame

You let a **** come around and do your ass just like Jesse James

And that's a motherfucking shame

You came around this motherfucker and let me do you like Jesse James

Think it's a motherfucking game?

Wait, this motherfucker got me bent, I got to break

Because this **** done put his hands all up in my face

He best to chill before I hit him with this mace

And catch his motherfucking case

'Cause once I got him blind, then he done with

Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit

You ain't no motherfucking gangsta, G

And when I get up out yo ass, you gonna 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 gotta check ya

I pull my forty-five and buck, buck, buck, buck

And right before he die, I fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

I could give a motherfuck about the sentence

I snatch your 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'll come around this motherfucker and cut your ass just like Jesse James

Blow out your motherfucking brains

I'll come around this motherfucker and do yo ass just like Jesse James

Think it's a motherfucking game?