Citizen Cope - Bullet lyrics

[Rhymefest] 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 k**er 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 [Hook: Citizen Cope] 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 [Rhymefest] Papa was a playa, knew just what to say ta' Get the women back to his lair, and lay her If s** 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 [Hook] [Rhymefest] 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 n***a 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 [Hook]