Bullet - Rhymefest, Citizen Cope

Straight outta highschool he 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 you wanna go to school we got money too

Sign up at eighteen you be out 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 middle of bullets flyin' and missin him

Wishing he was a kid again with his family in Michigan

In the midst of fighting militiamen, 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

He turned around and got a face full of hollow-tips

But don’t be mad, he died for the flag

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

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 Heisman, touchdown

Hitting models and R&B chicks and bust-downs

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 thought they were fine

Got head from five dope-fiends smoking a dime

And did it all raw dog, and dawg I ain’t lyin

Til' he woke up one season with lesions

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 asking why did he leave him

Pleading please let the disease leave him

From women that he conquered, he caught the monster

Now when the sun goes down, on our 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 proving 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

Oh you married to game then prove your love

Here’s a strap shorty, shoot it do it just do it

This ain’t a gang 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 starving in the ghetto I’mma 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