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 - Composers:
 - Jon Brion
 - Clarence Greenwood
 - Emile Haynie
 - Che Smith
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - alternative
 - blue collar
 - favorites
 - rhymefest
 
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Rhymefest - Bullet lyrics
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 Michigan
 In 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 targetRhymefest - Bullet - http://motolyrics.com/rhymefest/bullet-lyrics.html
 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 odd
 But 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












