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Bullet
Lyricist:Jon Brion, Clarence Greenwood, Emile Haynie, Che Smith
Straight out of high school We didn't know what to do Wanted to go to college But no money was nothing new
Wanted to get away Go, see the world and do something new He got approached In the mall by the army recruit
Told him if he wanna go to school we got money too Sign up at eighteen, you'll be out when you twenty-two He joined the army airborne, got his uniform Went to boot camp, got some discipline Arrived at where they shippin' him
He's in the mist of all bullets flying and missing him Wishing he was a kid again with his family in Michigan In the midst of fighting militia men One round took down six of them
He ain't really a killer though, taking a lot of risks This is what a poor person do for a scholarship, yeah He turned around and got a face full of hollow tips But don't be sad he died for the flag
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
Papa was a playa, knew just what to say to Get the women back to his layer and lay her If sex had a trophy, he's the heisman touch down Getting models, R&B chicks and Buzz downs
He got the women with crazy stairs, With his lady there, they ain't care, they like, ooh look at his baby hair He took them all, put them in a line Hit five new chickens, he thought they were fine
He got head from five dope fiends smoking it down But did it all wrong dawg it ain't dog or it ain't lying Till he woke up one season with legions He went to the doctor asking what was the reason
Tests ran positive, he couldn't believe 'em He tried to blame God asked him why did He leave him Pleading, please let the disease leave him From women that he conquered, he caught the cost
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
Bullet and a target Between a bullet and a target Between a bullet and a target A bullet and a target
Now when the sun goes down On our side of town When the other side of the block Where cops sing around
On the same side of the street That pac hit the ground Not in Vegas 'cause every nigga Got Pac in them now
When my guys hit the block And we provin' we thugs I ain't on, no swim team But you see pools of blood
Skip juve when you die Seeing who's the judge Oh, you married to the game Prove your love
Prove it, here's this rap shorty, shoot it, do it, this, do it This ain't a game, this an organized movement My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress My strife, my wife, my life, my test
We made for more, we die for less When you starvin' in the ghetto I'ma write the rest See my girl think I'm hard and my momma think I'm odd But when I'm all up in the dark I just fall on my knees
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before You're pulling yourself away
A bullet and a target A bullet and a target A bullet and a target A bullet and a target
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