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 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