Bullet feat. Citizen Cope

歌詞

[Rhymefest] Straight outta highschool he didn't know what to do Wanted to go to college but no money was nothin' new Wanted to get away go see the world and do somethin' new He got approached in the mall by the army recruit Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too, Sign up at eighteen you be you when you twenty-two" He joined the army airborne got his uniform went to bootcamp got some discipline Iraq is where they shipped him He's in the mission where bullets flyin' and missin him Wishin' he was a kid again with his family in Michigan In the midst of fightin' militiamen, one round took down six of them He ain't really a killa though, takin' a lotta risks This is what a poor person do for a scholarship He turned around and got a face full of hollow-tips But don't be mad, he died for the flag [Chorus: Citizen Cope] Now what you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before, you're pullin' yourself away What you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won't be long before, you're pullin' yourself away [Rhymefest] Papa was a playa, knew just what to say ta' Get the women back to his lair, and lay her If sex had a trophy he's the Hiesman touchdown Hittin' models and B-chicks in Buzztown He got the women with crazy stares with his lady there Thay ain't care they like "Ooh look at his baby hair" He took 'em all put 'em in a line hit five new chickens He though they was fine Got head from five dopefiends smokin' a dime And did it all raw dog, and dog I ain't lyin' Til' he woke up one season with legions He went to the doctor asked him what was the reason The test read positive he couldn't believe it He tried to blame God askin' why did he leave him Pleadin' please let the disease leave him From women that he conquered, he caught the monster [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Now when the sun goes down, north side of town On the other side of the block, when cops ain't around On the same side of the street that 'Pac hit the ground Not in Vegas, cause every nigga got 'Pac in him 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 Judy when you die, she ain't whose the judge If you married to game then prove your love Here's a strap shorty, shoot it do it then do it This ain't a game this a 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 right the rest See my girl think I'm hard, and my Momma think I'm hard But when I'm all up in the dark I just fall on my knees [Chorus]