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Tha Bullet - текст песни

Tha Bullet

Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box

Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17

Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up

We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, shootin shit up

See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow

Aim me at the chest, I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love

Ain't even breathin, leave the body shittin like a seagull

See I'm illegal, I got pockets like that ? eagle

Fuckin around with me is danger, I'm talkin shit

Tryin to brainwash the trigger when I'm in the chamber

Don't give a fuck if it's a accident or on purpose

When I'm comin out the chamber, fool it's just inservice

Don't get nervous when you see what I do

I love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh

Travel through his heart, ricochét off the nearest bone

Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone

Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS

Swoop me up for evidence, then I'm just some melted led

It ain't no thang, got me back where I started

In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target

Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet

Shootin up shit everywhere

Every city in every state

Don't give a fuck about who when the bullet fly

The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga, die"

Ha ha ha

But what do ya know, looks like I'm 'bout to be purchased again

I seen a nigga ask for them black talons and grin

It won't be long 'til they let me loose

Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice

It's goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight

Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight

Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly

The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga, die"

Women and children and babies, I know it's crazy

See I'm a bullet, it's my job, man that shit don't faze me

Even the hand that's on the trigger get shot too

Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's who I end up smokin fool

Don't get it twisted, I got no love for none of y'all

Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall

Just shoot and I'mma do the rest

I love givin young niggas cardiac arrests

Bullet-proof niggas, I go up in 'em quickly

The ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies

Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it

And make a mothafucka feel the bullet

Ha ha ha, yeah

Another victim of these mothafuckin bullets

Once we pull the trigger, don't get nervous

Cuz it's instant mothafuckin service

Ha ha ha, yeah

Breakin fools off every-mothafuckin-day

Ha ha ha

Up out the chamber, it's that sneaky mothafucka creepin

You heard a shot but didn't know until the blood was leakin

Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess

Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath

Sentanced to your death

Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin nigga

Catchin 'em slippin when they set trippin

Dippin and dabbin, you niggas know who I am, and

Can't be fuckin with them faulty heaters that be jammin

I love to fly and when they jam, I can't come out and kick it

Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it

Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins

I'm burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin

? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip

Ready to make the hit, talkin long shit, bitch

Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat

Take your head and leave your body in the street

As I creep, up on my next mothafuckin victim

Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him

Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go

Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafuckin bullet

Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet

Mobbin through your hood and takin head

Showin no mothafuckin remorse

We don't give a fuck about you

The bullet, ha ha ha

Sprayin up shit everywhere we go

Don't give a fuck, layin men 6 feet on the regular

Ha ha ha

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