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Celly Cel
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Bullet
Lyricist：Kenny Franklin, Marcellus James Mc Carver
Sitting on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box
Chopping it up with the homies, having visions of a glock
17 niggas on my team, can't wait to fill clip up
We jumping out the barrel with my niggas, shooting shit up
See under Niner Ross, black Talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest, I'm making sure that vest don't get no love
Ain't even breathing, leave the body shitting like a seagull
See, I'm illegal, I got pockets like that [unverified]eagle
Fucking around with me is danger
I'm talking shit trying to brainwash the trigger
When I'm in the chamber
Don't give a fuck if it's a accident or on purpose
When I'm coming out the chamber fool, it's just in service
Don't get nervous when you see what I do
I love to hit the target and when I'm breaking that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart, ricochet off the nearest bone
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone
Laying by the body, waiting for the Feds
Swoop me up for evidence, then I'm just some melted lead
It ain't no thang, got me back where I started
In a box with my homies, waiting for my next target
The mothafucking bullet
Shooting up shit everywhere, every city in every state
Don't give a fuck about who, when the bullet fly
The only thought that's on my mind is die nigga, die
But what do ya know
Looks like I'm 'bout to be purchased again
I seen a nigga ask for them black Talons and grin
It won't be long 'til they let me loose
Got me in the clip, drinking gin with no fucking juice
It's going down, I know they riding on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
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Don't give a fuck about who I hit, when I fly
The only thought that's on my mind is die nigga, die
Women and children and babies, I know it's crazy
See, I'm a bullet, it's my job, man, that shit don't faze me
Even the hand that's on the trigger get shot too
Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's who I end up smoking, fool
Don't get it twisted, I got no love for none of y'all
Got to dig a tunnel through your head and watch the body fall
Just shoot and I'ma do the rest
I love giving young niggas cardiac arrests
Bullet-proof niggas, I go up in 'em quickly
The ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it
And make a mothafucka feel the bullet
Yeah, another victim of these mothafucking bullets
Once we pull the trigger, don't get nervous
'Cuz it's instant mothafucking service
Yeah, breakin fools off every mothafucking day
Up out the chamber, it's that sneaky mothafucka creeping
You heard a shot but didn't know until the blood was leaking
Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess
Dropped down on your knees and ran outta breath
Sentenced to your death
Got hit by the wig splitting, shirt ripping, pistol wippin' nigga
Catching 'em slipping when they set tripping
Dipping and dabbing, you niggas know who I am
And can't be fucking with them faulty heaters that be jamming
I love to fly and when they jam, I can't come out and kick it
Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Dropping bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
I'm burning niggas like a oven, giving up no loving
[Unverified]with my dogs, riding in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit, talking long shit, bitch
Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat
Take your head and leave your body in the street
As I creep, up on my next mothafucking victim
Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go
Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafucking bullet
The mothafucking bullet
Mobbing through your hood and taking head
Showing no mothafucking remorse
We don't give a fuck about you
The bullet, spraying up shit everywhere we go
Don't give a fuck, laying men 6 feet on the regular
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