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Bullets In The Sun

tears me apart. Oh Ooh! No, I don?t got nothin? Nothin? In this world, But I do got that sweet sound, that sweet sound, !!!!!!!! (Thanks to Bullets in the Sun

Grinding on his teeth as he heads out west With a pistol on his hip And a bullet in his chest The sun cracks its whip Sweat drips stings his eyes Reality

spelling Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and haloes, Five to seven In this white robe through the darkness paragliding back to heaven! Flying bullets

fortune, not the fame Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing I'm sick of this struggling all damn day never see the sun

and all I live to do you harm, with this mic in my palm Am I the one, to shoot off in they face like cum Three times bright as the sun, and your girl

t the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head

or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz

six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell

sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars Carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We see the sun go down in