pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve 'Cos once you take away my right to speak Everybody
steal something out a liquor store But before Georgie-Porgie could get away The man pulled out his gun and blew him away KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! are you a
s got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children
a block away I sit up, look back It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones
It's gonna leave a mark I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah I'm a bullet and I'm headed
heard the cries of a broken man Stared into the eyes of a hopeless man No lies look I know this man True Story I had went down on Gates Ave Stray bullets
Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin' I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side 'So if you ain't a Crip or a
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before shit get really bad You don't really really wanna see a
that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack She says shes bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary
' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds
yo-u / Except / e-verything / you had And / what was left after that too / Oh! Happiness / hit her / like a bullet in the ba-ck Struck from /a great
never said I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets How much money does it take to really make a
got a gun, I don't give a fuck about it I would take every bullet and every buck up out it So motherfucker, cock it back and please buck away 'Cause
lie that I carry on I need to get back to the place I belong [Chorus] [Verse 2] "A house is Not a Home", I hate this song is a house really a home
with my sad and some tricks in my bag when it's up run a muck like a bull that just bucked when it's down it's a drag and you fight with no partner
in the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from a gun
it's necessary See you might not be worried but I think you should worry Them bullets come in flurries next thing you know you're buried Yeah, I do away
a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "Pu" Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too Yeah, all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks