way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu



just like that bam! Bam!

you was out there with a bullseye

on your chest tryin to catch lead



she was out there with a bullseye

on her chest tryin to catch lead



Mtv puttin killers on the screen, children

dance to a song where murder is the theme



Responsibility! who's to blame? never blame

the labels or the artists heavens

no, no no!



it started in california, so you wanna be a thug?

you got your gun in your hands and

you're keepin it real

but john wayne belongs in the movies

where bullets aren't real



way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu way-yu



just like that bam!

you was out there with a bullseye

on your chest tryin to catch lead



she was out there with a bullseye

on her chest tryin to catch lead



I don't know what I've been told,

volence turns an album into gold

500,000 sold! Jay-Z wasn't talkin about you,

singin about you



you got it all mixed up

the kids are overreacting, so you wanna be a thug?

you got your gun in your hand and you're

keepin it real

but john wayne belongs in the movies

where bullets aren't real



suburban children, don't you know you can

don't you know you can die?

you ain't from the ghetto my friend

don't you know you can, don't you know



you're so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous child

you're so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous child



I pull the trigga, i pull the trigga trigga trigga, 

bang bang i pull the trigga

I pull the trigga, i pull the trigga trigga trigga, 

bang bang i pull the trigga



I won't cry when you die

I won't cry, you're so

stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous



way-yu way-yu



just like that bam

just like that bam

you was out there with a bullseye on your

chest chest, catch lead

chest chest, catch lead