Jesse James Songtext
von Scarface

Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Took my pistol out and locked 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

Think it's a motherfucking game?
What′s my motherfucking name?
Think it's a motherfucking game?
There'll be no witnesses to this homicide
No reenactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized


All you got is a nigga with a dot
In the middle of his motherfucking head, he′s been shot
Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain′t breathing
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 we got witcha

Call the motherfucking helicopter
But ain′t no hope
'Cause the nina broke that nigga off with hella problems
That oughta hold your monkey ass (Motherfucker you)
That oughta teach your funky ass (Motherfucker you)
I know this motherfucking game is shut

And you done lost the fucking game of life

And that′s a motherfucking shame
You let a nigga come around and do your ass just like Jesse James

Think it's a motherfucking game?

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking gangsta, G
And when I get up out your ass, you gon' realize it just ain′t to be
It ain't no studio up in me
And all that bullshit I′m hearing 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 buck-buck-buck-buck
And right before he die I buck-buck-buck-buck
I could give a motherfuck about the sentence
I snatch your ass up off the hinges 'cause I'm screaming for vengeance

′Cause life has no meaning, no meaning

We were all born to die, so no screaming

Think it′s a motherfucking game?
I'll come around this motherfucker
And cut your ass just like Jesse James
Think it′s a motherfucking game?