Mike Dean - Da Bullet lyrics

You can run You can hide You can wear a bulletproof vest But I'll catch ya There is no escape I'm the bullet, n***a You'll never get away from me I'm the bullet, n***a [ VERSE: 1 ] I sit all day in the clip With 15 others, hollow point tip Waitin for a n***a to set-trip I might be on your hip Or under the car seat It's cold outside so n***as always carry heat, that's me The motherf**ing b-u-l-l-e-t, n***a, everybody depends on me You co*k the Glock, squeeze the trigger I get hit by the pin and then exit through the barrel Trough your skin, through your heart, break off your spine When I come out the 9, .380, Uzi or the Tec Make your brand new t-shirt wet Groovin through your set f**in up your party, don't know, ask somebody You'll probably die, out the window I fly drive-by I make your mama cry, don't doubt me See you n***as can't survive without me f** the ballistics, you know nothing about me Ain't no name on me Watch your aim, homie You can make me, but can't break me I'mma make you break yo'self, n***a, break yo'self Gimme the cash, the j**els, the keys to your car You can run, you won't get far, I'll catch you I'm the bullet, remember? n***as call me heat, I'm cold as December When I enter the chamber I'm known for f**in up the LA gang banger The 9 is a b**h, she talks sh**, starts battlin Now I'm in your body travellin Your whole world's unravellin Never thought them n***as would come back like this Menace n***as be movin when I be groovin You can find me where the murder at Trace me back to the gat But you gon still get jacked And I Sit all day in the clip, waitin for a n***a to set-trip 16 motherf**ing hollow point tips Biaaatch Ain't no wars without me, n***a, don't never doubt me I'm the motherf**ing sure fire, murderer for hire n***a, you can catch me in any pawn-shop Motherf**ers know I go pop You'se a fool And I'm the motherf**ing tool Ha ha ha, n***a [ VERSE: 2 ] n***as like to roll with me I'm a toy when I'm empty Government-issued, miss you, nah don't toss me In a f**ing back yard, I'mma make a n***a hard Plus when we on a coupe I gets to roll with his broad Got to keep me co*ked, I'm a-f**in when I'm buckin Go in with me and I bet ya comin out with something A case of the cash, plus a hole in yo a** When you hear me speakin hear a motherf**in blast Penetentiary steel, smoke, grain or chrome f** 911, I was hip before the phone Everybody's heard of me, I cause emergencies Keep your hands off of me, and everything'll be cool I make a civil man a fool, they got me in the schools Cos there ain't no motherf**ing rules The extension of a Menace, the start and the finish Populations diminish, all because of me 22, 45, Glock 23, I'm a son of a gun My grandpa's a rifle, trifling trick Stare down my 8-inch dick You don't want a motherf**er pullin my leg Headshots are comin, a hinder me And motherf**ers runnin for they life, I was there When a cracker shot his wife and his two kids Then himself in the head, laid me on the bed I ain't dead, I'm a k**er The realest of the realest, I'm the one who did it My nuts ain't got no name, so who you gon' blame? 1 shot to the dome The guns The bullet, the gun..