to his head said interstate 10 Play it off, play it off while I do a trick Take me to the project to meet my bitch 100 g's, 2 keys, and a bullet-proof
niggas a pound, and then I just hand em the toast The limo driver got scared and tried to bounce on me And yo besides the heat, I had an ounce on me Bullet proof
on my waist I cock a shottie just incase i pump nutin but base i put i pint of blood in your whip i pint of blood on the ground bullets, bullets get
The blood drips on the concrete So run your juice Pit bulls drew They gon shoot you in the head so What good is your bullet proof Unless your bullet proof
From several gunshot wounds to the head On the scene he dead Chopper City niggas fled Won't you listen to Ziggy get your car doors bullet proof It's rainin' choppers so get a bullet proof
it'd break your heart Cause I been losin like a mutherfucka from the start Excuse me--but thats the only way that I can express My life feelin like a bunch of bullets
ass [unverified] And it's still the same up in the CHI Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin' butts up in they face On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs
tonite We rock from state to state And city to city You make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities And nobody wanna size d bra _die wit side shit
dick go Bugz a stupid niggas, take a shower with my pistol Walk up in you warm brown bag and with sum _you Its simple see Im from the D like Eric
runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it
this bulls*** can be true We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you [Verse 1: Eminem] So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side
sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof
sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling pappier mache Making bullet-proof
Two, three, four! I got a gun, I got a girl I got a bullet-proof plan to pull The perfect crime I got the perfect crime I got a warehouse down at the
S Sheek the new Elliott Ness Nigga, Bloodline, D Block, two of the best Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car Drive by and put your brains on the side
Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath) [chorus] My life has seen shit like this. I got to much will invested Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof
meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof
a pound, and then I just hand em the toast The limo driver got scared and tried to bounce on me And yo besides the heat, I had an ounce on me Bullet proof