Bullet

Bullet Lyrics

Verse 1
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 18, you’ll be out when you 22
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 mist of fighting militia men
One round took down six of them
He aint 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

Chorus
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

Verse 2
Papa was a playa, knew jus 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, rnb chicks and Buzz downs
He got the women with crazy stairs, with his lady there, they aint care, they like ooooh look at his baby hair
He took them all, put them in a line
Hit 5 new chickens, he thought they were fine
He got head from 5 dope fiends smoking it down
But did it all wrong dawg it aint dog or it aint 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

Chorus

Interlude
Bullet and a target
Between a bullet and a target
Between a bullet and a target
Between a bullet and a target

Verse 3
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 aint 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, heres this rap shorty shoot it do it, this, do it
This aint a game, this an organised 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 ima write the rest
See my girl think im hard and my momma think im odd
But when im all up in the dark i just fall on my knees
Chorus

Outro
A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target