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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 Letras de cancionesRun 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 From Letras Mania