歌曲 | Bullet |
歌手 | Rhymefest |
歌手 | Citizen Cope |
专辑 | Blue Collar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
MichiganIn 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 | |
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 oddBut 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 |
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 twentytwo | |
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 | |
MichiganIn 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 | |
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 oddBut 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 |
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 twentytwo | |
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 | |
MichiganIn 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 | |
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 oddBut 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 |