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The song Jesse James is performed by Scarface in the album named The Diary in the year 1994 .

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Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Too my pistol out, unlocked 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 to this muthaf**ka
And killed his a*s just like Jesse James

Think it's a muthaf**kin' game?
I come around this muthaf**ka and kill yo a*s just like Jesse James
What's my muthaf**kin' name?

There'll be no witnesses to this homicide
No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized
All you got is a nigga with a dot
In the middle of his muthaf**kin' head he been shot
Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin'

And the niggas on the go 'cause we ain't seein'
He did his dirt and got the f**k up out the picture
The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha
Call the muthaf**kin' helicopter
But ain't no hope 'cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper

That oughta hold your monkey a*s
(Muthaf**ka, you)
That oughta teach your funky a*s
(Muthaf**ka, you)

I know this muthaf**kin' game is shit
And you done lost the f**kin' game of life
And that's a muthaf**kin shame
(f**kin' shame)
You let a nigga come around and do yo a*s just like Jesse James

And that's a muthaf**kin' shame
You came around this muthaf**ka and let me do ya like Jesse James
Think it's a muthaf**kin' game?

Wait, this muthaf**ka 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 lace
And catch this muthaf**kin' case

'Cause once I got it blind then he done with
Because I'm true to myself, f**k the dumb shit
You ain't no muthaf**kin' gangsta, G
And when I get up out your a*s you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be
It ain't no studio up in me

And all that bullshit I'm hearin' 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
(f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k)

I could give a muthaf**k about the sentence
I snatch yo a*s 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 muthaf**kin' game?
I come around this muthaf**ka and cut yo a*s just like Jesse James

Put out your muthaf**kin' brains
I come around this muthaf**ka and do yo a*s just like Jesse James
Think it's a muthaf**kin' game?



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Scarface - The Diary