you can't reverse the bullet from the gun What's done is done, can't resurrect the setting sun What's done is done, oh you can't reverse the bullet from the gun
ain't no getting out of this mess. What's done is done, can't resurrect the setting sun. What's done is done, oh you can't reverse the bullet from a gun
there ain't no getting out of this mess. What's done is done, can't resurrect the setting sun. What's done is done, oh you can't reverse the bullet from a gun
the street She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair" Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a
shot a me But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs Up in his body got him, run, wid smoke coming From the barrel ah, me gun Hit the bend
flippin' rippin' scripts over and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a
, they from over on Mayfair" Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This
I feel [Proof] Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie script No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch You got all of
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I
a roof You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap 'Cuz when these bullets hit your ass, I'm like it's only a gat I need a funeral to feel
em a dilemmaa?¦ The coming of a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision of "Milli-Vanilli"a
off draws them bullets I'm being pressured by these niggas up On me before the twelve jumped from My gun, but when the buckshots come Momma's son a
when you come Really don't matter where you're from Won't matter where you run A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past From the wasteland
