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 Violence 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 hands 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 B- bang bang, I pull the trigga B- 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 You was out there with a bullseye on your Chest chest, catch lead
