Jesse James

By Scarface

On The Diary

Released on October 18, 1994

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[Intro]


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[Verse 1]

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 nigga that I came here to get, notify his children

That they old man done fell up out the game

Because I came through this motherfucker

And killed his ass just like Jesse James


[Chorus]

Think it's a motherfuckin' game?

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

What's my motherfuckin' name?


[Verse 2]

There'll be no witnesses to this homicide

No reenactment on the late night news to be redramatized

All you got is a nigga with a dot

In the middle of his motherfuckin' head he's been shot

Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin'

And the nigga'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 witcha

Call the motherfuckin' helicopter

But ain't no hope, 'cause the nina broke that nigga off a hella proper

That oughta hold your monkey ass (Motherfucker, you)

That oughta teach your funky ass (Motherfucker, you)

I know this motherfuckin' game is sheist

And you done lost the fuckin' game of life

And that's a motherfuckin' shame

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


[Chorus]

And that's a motherfuckin' shame?

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

Think it's a motherfuckin' game?


[Verse 3]

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

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

He best to chill before I hit him with this mace

And catch this motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' gangsta, G

And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be

It ain't no studio up in me

And all that bullshit I'm hearin' 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 gots to check ya

I pull my .45 and (Buh buh buh buh)

And right before he die I (Fuh fuh fuh fuh)

I could give a motherfuck about the sentence

I snatch yo ass up off the hinges 'cause I'm screamin' for vengeance

'Cause life has no meanin', no meanin'

We were all born to die, so no screamin'

Think it's a motherfuckin' game?

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


[Chorus]

Blow out your motherfuckin' brains

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

Think it's a motherfuckin' game?