Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the Which gives a response, for the Clip to release projectiles in single Forcing me to ignite travel through the barrel
Headed for the at the end of a tunnel no specific target in sight Slow the flow H2O water Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a
No remorse for the course I When you it, the result's a stray bullet Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin' and down Except for the kids who played on the
'Cause for little girl, she'll never see more than six years of life Trifling, when she fell from the But umm wait, my course over Fled out of the other side of her towards a red Range Rover
Then I ricochet fast past a ass, oh damn What that nigga say, "Aw fuck it", target's Margaret's face And I struck it, now it's a flood of in circumference to her face And an of brains all over the street
Shame, how we had to meet, dashin', Greet by family, they follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild through the doors Of projects hallways to off of the tile
I'm coming for you, little girl, once inside, I your world Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I You better pray, to the Pope or the I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again, brother, somebody's will be sad again But, whose skies will turn gray the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray bullet
Nobody seen shit, heard it Nobody seen shit, nobody it seen shit, nobody heard it Nobody shit, nobody heard it
Gun of fire, I'm traveling at higher speeds To proceed to flesh, hitting the splint After splitting the chest of a Queens Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the 9
And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices in of the ambulance Blood loss as I across your chest Arrest, rupture, I up ya, slasher Shall I ya liver, faster, blood pours
Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the me for spraying the operating room The still consumes me, doc had to remove me Mmm Lord, why do use me?
I'm takin' individual for Hobbes So the cops, in the ghetto bustin' shots for props And when I hit, shit, soon you Cops tried to to his pops what I done
I flip up the tipper and I'm not the one And as a I'm the surprising one Prince Po, I flow the ripper, way You never, ever how I'm coming
Metamorphasizing, rising in into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves With no sympathizing, uh, so take a hit nigga, Onto the scenario, I'm at a with O
A lot of honies parlay and the DJ's playin' the Pudge flow niggaz come up in the club for a rub Yo, O it, oh shit, O duck (Oh shit! Oh shit!)
Another hit, another struck, here comes Mr. Bullet Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the In your chest, I flip, nip your liver, blood flowin' like a river starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns
Bruises fake shoes is your No response your is out cold Figure I'm bigger takin' your heart nigga at years old Stray