Songtext:
You can run You can hide You can wear a bulletproof vest But I'll catch ya There is no escape I'm the bullet, nigga You'll never get away from me I'm the bullet, nigga
[ VERSE: 1 ] I sit all day in the clip With 15 others, hollow point tip Waitin for a nigga to set-trip I might be on your hip Or under the car seat It's cold outside so niggaz always carry heat, that's me The motherfucking b-u-l-l-e-t, nigga, everybody depends on me You cock the Glock, squeeze the trigger I get hit by the pin and then exit through the barrel Trough your skin, through your heart, break off your spine When I come out the 9, .380, Uzi or the Tec Make your brand new t-shirt wet Groovin through your set Fuckin up your party, don't know, ask somebody You'll probably die, out the window I fly drive-by I make your mama cry, don't doubt me See you niggaz can't survive without me Fuck the ballistics, you know nothing about me Ain't no name on me Watch your aim, homie You can make me, but can't break me I'ma make you break yo'self, nigga, break yo'self Gimme the cash, the jewels, the keys to your car You can run, you won't get far, I'll catch you I'm the bullet, remember? Niggaz call me heat, I'm cold as December When I enter the chamber I'm known for fuckin up the LA gang banger The 9 is a bitch, she talks shit, starts battlin Now I'm in your body travellin Your whole world's unravellin Never thought them niggaz would come back like this Menace niggaz be movin when I be groovin You can find me where the murder at Trace me back to the gat But you gon still get jacked And I
Sit all day in the clip, waitin for a nigga to set-trip 16 motherfucking hollow point tips Biaaatch
Ain't no wars without me, nigga, don't never doubt me I'm the motherfucking sure fire, murderer for hire Nigga, you can catch me in any pawn-shop Motherfuckers know I go pop You'se a fool And I'm the motherfucking tool Ha ha ha, nigga
[ VERSE: 2 ] Niggaz like to roll with me I'm a toy when I'm empty Government-issued, miss you, nah don't toss me In a fucking back yard, I'ma make a nigga hard Plus when we on a coupe I gets to roll with his broad Got to keep me cocked, I'm a-fuckin when I'm buckin Go in with me and I bet ya comin out with something A case of the cash, plus a hole in yo ass When you hear me speakin hear a motherfuckin blast Penetentiary steel, smoke, grain or chrome Fuck 911, I was hip before the phone Everybody's heard of me, I cause emergencies Keep your hands off of me, and everything'll be cool I make a civil man a fool, they got me in the schools Cos there ain't no motherfucking rules The extension of a Menace, the start and the finish Populations diminish, all because of me 22, 45, Glock 23, I'm a son of a gun My grandpa's a rifle, trifling trick Stare down my 8-inch dick You don't want a motherfucker pullin my leg Headshots are comin, a hinder me And motherfuckers runnin for they life, I was there When a cracker shot his wife and his two kids Then himself in the head, laid me on the bed I ain't dead, I'm a killer The realest of the realest, I'm the one who did it My nuts ain't got no name, so who you gon' blame?
