Lyrics:
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Ooh, what do you think I am?
I'm not made of steel
You wouldn't know how that feels, to die
Death by thousand knives
I'm proud to be alive
Oppa Stoppa. Drop a body off the roof
Cause his brain ain't bullet-proof.
Pass the motherfucking boof
So I can smoke and eat some fruit
Hit me up for
flagrant with it
So Don’t try the lil dude
Sticking to his self like he rude
Cuz I know these niggas ain’t true
They just in it for cool and proof
Proof that
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
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[Ice Cube]
Five niggaz on the roof with the proof
And one went out
White boy wanna know what it's all about
Back in St. Louis
tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in
First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?
Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in?
1090
overdose on MJ?
Why Big ain't have a bullet
Proof truck like me? Why the club shot up?
What the fuck you expect?
They don't search niggas buying
Bottles
did
Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
And that too, put some in the roof
Niggas be shootin' from windows
We untouchable
Yea we is rich thugs,
locks
You stuntin’ on hungry niggas
Go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it i’m serious
Sometimes it seems
Caught 'em out there cold, ran 'em over and down
They didn't get me and that's the truth
('Cause my '98-O is bullet proof)
My '98 Oldsmobile's so
My
fanta
Feel like designer when i do the panda
Bullet proof vest and you feel like a tank bruh
Stop all the claiming cuz your not a member
Body gone drop in
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
shoot us bail, but the gold bullets can’t fill my chest
Well gold bullets can fill my chest
Fill the rest, feel the rest, field to rest
Isotoners keep a 9
pissed off and charging wherever you stay
You live by the gun so you die by the bullet
Run all you might want but today is your day
Fuck in between
shit teach you some defense
He just crashed up by the hoe, why I don't hang around these heathens
When the proof up in the pudding, in your face, you
smashed Pa
You handle this just like algebra
UFO spot 'em like Galaga
Holding like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
There's a guy sellin' baggies by a telephone pole
To a dime bag girl who's gonna sell her soul
On a corner, 'round the corner from where her mama
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
bullet-proof paneling
Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into to you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it
learn mathematics by slanging, maintaining
Counting bullets, profits, gang banging, trigger happy ass vatos
So let's go do this, I count dead bodies
an MC underground like Den
Go on then, go on then, diss a man then
Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I just cleaned up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off,
regard to your doubts
I live my life to the fullest
With reassurance that my bandwidth
Connects like a bullet
And what they don't give I take
And I make
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