Petey Pablo - Black Bruce Willis lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Petey Pablo] Some say this, and some say that Some of it fiction, and some of it fact Some say that I don't know how to act Some say that I'm addicted to that Whitney Houston say that crack is whack And some say that I'm as whack as that Career over and I can't come back I should throw in the towel and let be done with Rap Let y'all eat and take the scraps (imagine that) Wither away, die in the trap (imagine that) Tomorrow morning I'm gonna get me a tat (ya' hear that) Smack dead in the middle of my back (can ya' see that) That say [Hook: Petey Pablo] Hard to k** like Bruce Willis, yeah Hard to k** like Bruce Willis, yeah Hard to k** like Bruce Willis, yeah Willis, like Bruce Willis, Willis, Willis, Bruce Willis Black Bruce Willis Bruce Willis [Verse 2: Petey Pablo] Hell, 'till they reach Hell 2Pac said He won't scared, so why the hell should I be scared Mama checking in my bedroom and I ain't there I'm in the booth telling y'all sh** that 2Pac said I don't even believe that 2Pac dead He got shot in the chest, the other n***a got shot in the head He ain't die, he ain't dead Knocked out a couple of times but he still outch' here Over there, jumped in my shoe's straight outta bed Pick up my forty-five, fill it with lead Put on a fitted cap and cover my head Hit the corner, make a right on red I'm having flashbacks, thoughts of jail Flip a coin, heads or tails Solitary in a single cell, or A Presidential in the Beverly Hills [Hook] Last one, come on [Verse 3: Petey Pablo] I got both Carolina's on the top of my shoulders (I'm ballin') And everybody in the Bank know I own em' Split up the share's and lease out Porsche's But a, it's real expensive, can you really afford it Talk to your boy, I'll work with my folk It's a recession Dog, I know that you broke A little more weed, a little more coke to blow A couple more feet, a little more rope One more dream, and one more hope to ? One more king (no) No mo' One shot yo, is all I know (?????) With one Glock, Man your casket closed Back on the road, forty a show Thirty-nine and the answer is no Or take the bottom, give me all of the dope you sold Or all y'all can get the f** on the floor (There he go) [Hook] [Outro]