I'm a walkin' contradiction like bullets and love mixin' Slur my words with perfect diction, I'm guilty of my convictions Complicated compositions punctuated
Prevod: Coup. Bullets In Love (Uvod).
Prevod: Coup. Bullets In Love.
Tell me who shot Big And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on
his boots When it comes to graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires
!) When? you just gotta tell a motha fucka Chorus: Yo, If you blatantly hatin' and waitin on my downfall Then just be patient, and kiss my ass! If you didn't believe and
Bitch quit talkin', crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the father of rap And
'em. i'm on my p's and q's, i don't axe questions, i figure shit out, multiplying decimals, son of... in my denim, lick the bullet like a lizard, couldn
with Denzel Hip-hop been my life since kids meals Lee jeans, label blocks and big wheels Ever since then I've been a fuckin' problem Feelin' like Bruce Wayne and
One shot deal, one shot, one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin'
spreewells, butterfly doors Somethin' like Mcdonalds when I move in packs Quarter-Pound, supersized bullets and big macs House longer than I-70, arise ten stories And
and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And
like me Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet
, not mine. I gotta gun and ima cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And that Millzey, its goin
that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what? Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe
house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this (Uh-hun) My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes Givin' rallies, and
, ?cause I think I love ?em ?Cause you let me bend that over If I hit Say it, don't flinch, let me shoot this flick Wasn't you the one who said you love
