Dead People

[Intro] Graveyards in my pocket Tombstones in my wallet If you talkin' 'bout my profit All I see is dead people All I see is dead people Used to hustle with my momma tryna make a couple dollars Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people Muthafuckin' dead people [Verse 1: Game] This shit gets deep, don't fuck with me You end up six feet deep, listen to how I did it I crept up slow on Willow Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window In the backseat, potato burners Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow In the front solo, sittin' low with the lights out Feelin' like Manson on some Son of Sam shit With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide And my watch said they outta time, somebody gotta die, bottom line Front page, column nine, headline: Another Columbine I planned and plotted and strategized, and thought about it Loaded up everything in the closet My objective is to get bloody, they can beg and plead, yell and scream Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees But I'm still gettin' fucking ugly, I fuckin' love it Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy of mine (Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka) [Verse 2: Game] Last night, I must've had a blast choppin' up bodies Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby Body filled with adrenaline Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands Cop's sayin' I did what to him? Showin' me pictures of cut-up bitches Disfigured members with body parts missin' Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw -it wasn't me Oh no no, not me, listen to the alibi I was at the movies -that Avatar shit, with them 3-D glasses on And that shit longer than muafucka Look at my pocket, get the ticket stub That's my alibi, bitch, now what up? Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside And headed west where Homicide reside, that's my nigga He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk In between the yellow tape, behind the black gate Rottwielders and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard But that house right there, don't go in they yard It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy of mine (Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.) [Verse 3: Game] Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz Them niggas inside, a couple kittens And this right here: good riddance Nigga fuck around, its suicide for instance Picture the mind of a bullet Here I come, I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs You in my sight The last one didn't do it right And I'm waitin' Just lookin' at you Thinkin' 'bout it and gettin' tired of lookin' at you Hi, daddy, remember me? Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be You brought me in this world, now I'm takin' you out Now you open up your muthafuckin' mouth Simple insanity Just a murderous fantasy Simple insanity Just a murderous fantasy of mine (Now I feel like killin' me a muafucka)