Lyrics Bullet With Your Name On It - The Game

I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
Motherfucking bitch, you worried bitch nigga 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 motherfucking man
Tote drums like a motherfucking band
So fly, I don't know where to land
So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan
You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat
Damn nigga, 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 nigga like pronto
Run up on a nigga like Wingstop
Lemon pepper wings when the motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 fuck be pissing me off? That other motherfuckers think they run my block. Nigga, this my block, nigga I don't give a fuck who on this motherfucker. Grannies, kids, nigga old people, dogs, cats, I don't give a fuck when i'm walking through the block, nigga everybody moving. You don't understand, nigga, this is my motherfucking block. Anything can die, nigga, we killing motherfucking flowers, we killin' air, we'll put bullet holes in clouds, niggas gon' move when we coming down the block. Get the fuck off that stoop!)
I'm a fucking 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 shit? Then you gotta show me you with the shit, nigga. Jump off that fuckin' stoop, hit the fuckin' gate, nigga. Grab your burners, it's time to go to war. Nigga, it's a block war, it's my motherfuckin' block. It ain't yours, yours, his, hers, it ain't nobodies but mine! If you wanna stay on this motherfuckin' block, you standing behind me and I grip this motherfuckin' trigger and I start giving it to niggas like ugh! ugh! ugh!)
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 fuck i'm doing. Lay that shit the fuck down, everybody get down, nigga, ah! You don't want none of this shit, nigga! I'll give a nigga the whole fuckin' clip. Every motherfuckin' round in this motherfucker you can get. I'm breaking windows, i'm tearing hinges off of fuckin doors. I'm flipping motherfuckin cars, trucks, ambulances. This is my motherfuckin block! Lay it down!)
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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