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