paroles de chanson Bullet - Trent the HOOLiGAN
Yeah,
look
at
this
shit
I've
been
going
through
lately
I
never
sleep,
I've
got
my
foot
to
the
pavement
My
pen
to
the
pad
like
I'm
dying
t'morrow
If
I
die
t'morrow,
then
I'ma
go
out
as
a
legend
'Cause
I'm
temporary,
my
music
forever
And
I'ma
be
chillin'
with
Biggie
Upon
when
the
gates
open
up
I
was
made
for
this
rap
shit,
ain't
nothing
else
workin'
for
me
I
came
out
the
womb,
steppin'
on
my
competition
They
all
opposition,
I
don't
see
these
mothafuckas
I
got
tunnel
vision,
why
I'm
screamin'
Fuck
these
numbers,
fuck
these
bitches,
fuck
the
money
Fuck
the
fame,
all
that
shit
ain't
lame,
cool
When
I
was
a
jit,
all
that
I
had
was
the
music
Was
tryin'
to
do
it,
tie
a
couple
nooses
'til
I
get
it
right
And
when
I
get
it
right,
and
I'm
sayin'
goodbye
Bitch,
praise
to
god,
I
heard
the
light
is
My
obligation
to
the
bring
real
shit
to
the
nation
Even
though
I
am
impatient,
I
know
that
in
due
time,
I'ma
get
it
(yuh)
All
these
bitches
actin'
timid,
nah,
I'ma
run
through
it
with
choppas
And
put
my
whole
dick
in
the
industry,
fuck
what
they
think
of
me
I'm
goin'
down
in
the
history
books,
greatest
to
step
to
the
mic
Look,
I've
been
studyin'
opponents
and
cookin'
components
To
be
the
best
ever,
I'm
honest
So
when
you
see
me,
better
give
me
respect
BDS
will
put
pole
to
your
neck
Pull
the
fuckin'
trigger,
yeah,
that's
how
you
livin'
Life
is
full
of
limits,
makin'
[?]
beverage,
bitch
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
One
rappa,
two
rappa,
three
rappa,
four
All
these
bodies
in
my
closet,
I
know
That
most
of
my
favorite
rappers,
wasn't
spittin'
like
me
At
the
age
of
19,
make
a
mothafucka
think
that
my
idols
my
rivals
And
I
never
lose
to
my
idols
Get
slided
and
thrown
into
the
trenches
I'd
snipe
from
a
distance
like
boom
bow
I
reload
and
empty
the
clip
On
a
pussy
mothafucka,
with
a
link
in
his
bio
like
Cinco
De
Mayo
Y'all
impersonate,
I
come
from
a
city
that
most
think
that
is
Disney
But
I
got
brothas,
losin'
homies
to
snakes
That'd
be
the
reason
where
I
get
a
mic,
I
refuse
to
be
speakin'
on
stupid
shit
My
brother
focused
on
treason
It
ain't
no
reason
why
I
can't
sell
out
shows
before
I
can
drink
Don't
make
me
push
the
button
I
will
love
nothing
but
to
toss
your
corpse
into
the
lake
My
brothas
gorillas
They
talkin'
[?],
they
peel
it
back,
empty
it,
put
in
the
clip
I
might
charge
a
soul
for
a
feature
I
might
give
these
rappers
the
ether
I
might
put
your
bitch
on
a
stretcher
I
might
give
these
lil'
jits
a
lecture
I
got
to
win
it,
complexion,
my
selection
Based
on
divide
on
two
different
sections
Grippin'
my
testicles,
walkin'
past
scary
celestials
But
I
was
not
in
a
pie
Now,
I
flip
symbols
for
my
dead
homies
This
mineral,
hey
like
my
testicles
Suck
on
my
dick,
I
am
the
shit
That's
a
conscious
flex
for
all
of
you
bitches
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
I'd
die
for
my
brotha,
but
how
many
of
'em
take
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
SueZ
fo
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