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, and Zanottis 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

Bare arms like 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, nigga

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!

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