Letras Tha Bullet - Celly Cel

Tha Bullet

Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box\nChoppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17\nNiggas on my team can’t wait to fill clip up\nWe jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, shootin shit up\nSee under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow\nAim me at the chest, I’m makin sure that vest don’t get no love\nAin’t even breathin, leave the body shittin like a seagull\nSee I’m illegal, I got pockets like that eagle\nFuckin around with me is danger, I’m talkin shit\nTryin to brainwash the trigger when I’m in the chamber\nDon’t give a fuck if it’s a accident or on purpose\nWhen I’m comin out the chamber, fool it’s just inservice\nDon’t get nervous when you see what I do\nI love to hit the target, and when I’m breakin that skin, ooh\nTravel through his heart, ricoch? t off the nearest bone\nRip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I’m gone\nLayin by the body, waitin for the FEDS\nSwoop me up for evidence, then I’m just some melted led\nIt ain’t no thang, got me back where I started\nIn a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target\nHa ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet\nShootin up shit everywhere\nEvery city in every state\nDon’t give a fuck about who when the bullet fly\nThe only thought that’s on my mind is, die nigga, die\nHa ha ha\nBut what do ya know, looks like I’m 'bout to be purchased again\nI seen a nigga ask for them black talons and grin\nIt won’t be long 'til they let me loose\nGot me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice\nIt’s goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight\nHit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight\nDon’t give a fuck about who I hit when I fly\nThe only thought that’s on my mind is, die nigga, die\nWomen and children and babies, I know it’s crazy\nSee I’m a bullet, it’s my job, man that shit don’t faze me\nEven the hand that’s on the trigger get shot too\nWherever the barrel aiming at, that’s who I end up smokin fool\nDon’t get it twisted, I got no love for none of y’all\nGot to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall\nJust shoot and I’mma do the rest\nI love givin young niggas cardiac arrests\nBullet proof niggas, I go up in 'em quickly\nThe ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies\nJust cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it\nAnd make a mothafucka feel the bullet\nHa ha ha, yeah\nAnother victim of these mothafuckin bullets\nOnce we pull the trigger, don’t get nervous\n'Cause it’s instant mothafuckin service\nHa ha ha, yeah\nBreakin fools off every mothafuckin day\nHa ha ha\nUp out the chamber, it’s that sneaky mothafucka creepin\nYou heard a shot but didn’t know until the blood was leakin\nUp out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess\nDropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath\nSentanced to your death\nGot hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin nigga\nCatchin 'em slippin when they set trippin\nDippin and dabbin, you niggas know who I am, and\nCan’t be fuckin with them faulty heaters that be jammin\nI love to fly and when they jam, I can’t come out and kick it\nJust pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it\nDroppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins\nI’m burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin\nWith my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip\nReady to make the hit, talkin long shit, bitch\nHit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat\nTake your head and leave your body in the street\nAs I creep, up on my next mothafuckin victim\nSweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him\nHit him high, hit him low, you know how it go\nPut your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafuckin bullet\nHa ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet\nMobbin through your hood and takin head\nShowin no mothafuckin remorse\nWe don’t give a fuck about you\nThe bullet, ha ha ha\nSprayin up shit everywhere we go\nDon’t give a fuck, layin men 6 feet on the regular\nHa ha ha