| Song | Bullet |
| Artist | Rhymefest |
| Artist | Citizen Cope |
| Album | Blue Collar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Straight out of high school | |
| We didn’t know what to do | |
| Wanted to go to college | |
| But no money was nothing new | |
| Wanted to get away | |
| Go, see the world and do something new | |
| He got approached | |
| In the mall by the army recruit | |
| Told him if he wanna go to school we got money too | |
| Sign up at eighteen, you’ll be out when you twenty-two | |
| He joined the army airborne, got his uniform | |
| Went to boot camp, got some discipline | |
| Arrived at where they shippin' him | |
| He’s in the mist of all bullets flying and missing him | |
| Wishing he was a kid again with his family in | |
| MichiganIn the midst of fighting militia men | |
| One round took down six of them | |
| He ain't really a killer though, taking a lot of risks | |
| This is what a poor person do for a scholarship, yeah | |
| He turned around and got a face full of hollow tips | |
| But don’t be sad he died for the flag | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| Papa was a playa, knew just what to say to | |
| Get the women back to his layer and lay her | |
| If sex had a trophy, he’s the heisman touch down | |
| Getting models, | |
| R&B chicks and | |
| Buzz downs | |
| He got the women with crazy stairs, | |
| With his lady there, they ain't care, they like, ooh look at his baby hair | |
| He took them all, put them in a line | |
| Hit five new chickens, he thought they were fine | |
| He got head from five dope fiends smoking it down | |
| But did it all wrong dawg it ain't dog or it ain't lying | |
| Till he woke up one season with legions | |
| He went to the doctor asking what was the reason | |
| Tests ran positive, he couldn’t believe 'em | |
| He tried to blame | |
| God asked him why did | |
| He leave him | |
| Pleading, please let the disease leave him | |
| From women that he conquered, he caught the cost | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| Bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| Now when the sun goes down | |
| On our side of town | |
| When the other side of the block | |
| Where cops sing around | |
| On the same side of the street | |
| That pac hit the ground | |
| Not in Vegas 'cause every nigga | |
| Got Pac in them now | |
| When my guys hit the block | |
| And we provin' we thugs | |
| I ain't on, no swim team | |
| But you see pools of blood | |
| Skip juve when you die | |
| Seeing who’s the judge | |
| Oh, you married to the game | |
| Prove your love | |
| Prove it, here's this rap shorty, shoot it, do it, this, do it | |
| This ain't a game, this an organized movement | |
| My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress | |
| My strife, my wife, my life, my test | |
| We made for more, we die for less | |
| When you starvin' in the ghetto | |
| I'ma write the rest | |
| See my girl think | |
| I'm hard and my momma think | |
| I'm oddBut when | |
| I'm all up in the dark | |
| I just fall on my knees | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won’t be long before | |
| You’re pulling yourself away | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target |
| Straight out of high school | |
| We didn' t know what to do | |
| Wanted to go to college | |
| But no money was nothing new | |
| Wanted to get away | |
| Go, see the world and do something new | |
| He got approached | |
| In the mall by the army recruit | |
| Told him if he wanna go to school we got money too | |
| Sign up at eighteen, you' ll be out when you twentytwo | |
| He joined the army airborne, got his uniform | |
| Went to boot camp, got some discipline | |
| Arrived at where they shippin' him | |
| He' s in the mist of all bullets flying and missing him | |
| Wishing he was a kid again with his family in | |
| MichiganIn the midst of fighting militia men | |
| One round took down six of them | |
| He ain' t really a killer though, taking a lot of risks | |
| This is what a poor person do for a scholarship, yeah | |
| He turned around and got a face full of hollow tips | |
| But don' t be sad he died for the flag | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| Papa was a playa, knew just what to say to | |
| Get the women back to his layer and lay her | |
| If sex had a trophy, he' s the heisman touch down | |
| Getting models, | |
| R B chicks and | |
| Buzz downs | |
| He got the women with crazy stairs, | |
| With his lady there, they ain' t care, they like, ooh look at his baby hair | |
| He took them all, put them in a line | |
| Hit five new chickens, he thought they were fine | |
| He got head from five dope fiends smoking it down | |
| But did it all wrong dawg it ain' t dog or it ain' t lying | |
| Till he woke up one season with legions | |
| He went to the doctor asking what was the reason | |
| Tests ran positive, he couldn' t believe ' em | |
| He tried to blame | |
| God asked him why did | |
| He leave him | |
| Pleading, please let the disease leave him | |
| From women that he conquered, he caught the cost | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| Bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| Now when the sun goes down | |
| On our side of town | |
| When the other side of the block | |
| Where cops sing around | |
| On the same side of the street | |
| That pac hit the ground | |
| Not in Vegas ' cause every nigga | |
| Got Pac in them now | |
| When my guys hit the block | |
| And we provin' we thugs | |
| I ain' t on, no swim team | |
| But you see pools of blood | |
| Skip juve when you die | |
| Seeing who' s the judge | |
| Oh, you married to the game | |
| Prove your love | |
| Prove it, here' s this rap shorty, shoot it, do it, this, do it | |
| This ain' t a game, this an organized movement | |
| My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress | |
| My strife, my wife, my life, my test | |
| We made for more, we die for less | |
| When you starvin' in the ghetto | |
| I' ma write the rest | |
| See my girl think | |
| I' m hard and my momma think | |
| I' m oddBut when | |
| I' m all up in the dark | |
| I just fall on my knees | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target |
| Straight out of high school | |
| We didn' t know what to do | |
| Wanted to go to college | |
| But no money was nothing new | |
| Wanted to get away | |
| Go, see the world and do something new | |
| He got approached | |
| In the mall by the army recruit | |
| Told him if he wanna go to school we got money too | |
| Sign up at eighteen, you' ll be out when you twentytwo | |
| He joined the army airborne, got his uniform | |
| Went to boot camp, got some discipline | |
| Arrived at where they shippin' him | |
| He' s in the mist of all bullets flying and missing him | |
| Wishing he was a kid again with his family in | |
| MichiganIn the midst of fighting militia men | |
| One round took down six of them | |
| He ain' t really a killer though, taking a lot of risks | |
| This is what a poor person do for a scholarship, yeah | |
| He turned around and got a face full of hollow tips | |
| But don' t be sad he died for the flag | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| Papa was a playa, knew just what to say to | |
| Get the women back to his layer and lay her | |
| If sex had a trophy, he' s the heisman touch down | |
| Getting models, | |
| R B chicks and | |
| Buzz downs | |
| He got the women with crazy stairs, | |
| With his lady there, they ain' t care, they like, ooh look at his baby hair | |
| He took them all, put them in a line | |
| Hit five new chickens, he thought they were fine | |
| He got head from five dope fiends smoking it down | |
| But did it all wrong dawg it ain' t dog or it ain' t lying | |
| Till he woke up one season with legions | |
| He went to the doctor asking what was the reason | |
| Tests ran positive, he couldn' t believe ' em | |
| He tried to blame | |
| God asked him why did | |
| He leave him | |
| Pleading, please let the disease leave him | |
| From women that he conquered, he caught the cost | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| Bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| Between a bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| Now when the sun goes down | |
| On our side of town | |
| When the other side of the block | |
| Where cops sing around | |
| On the same side of the street | |
| That pac hit the ground | |
| Not in Vegas ' cause every nigga | |
| Got Pac in them now | |
| When my guys hit the block | |
| And we provin' we thugs | |
| I ain' t on, no swim team | |
| But you see pools of blood | |
| Skip juve when you die | |
| Seeing who' s the judge | |
| Oh, you married to the game | |
| Prove your love | |
| Prove it, here' s this rap shorty, shoot it, do it, this, do it | |
| This ain' t a game, this an organized movement | |
| My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress | |
| My strife, my wife, my life, my test | |
| We made for more, we die for less | |
| When you starvin' in the ghetto | |
| I' ma write the rest | |
| See my girl think | |
| I' m hard and my momma think | |
| I' m oddBut when | |
| I' m all up in the dark | |
| I just fall on my knees | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| What you done here | |
| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target | |
| And it won' t be long before | |
| You' re pulling yourself away | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target | |
| A bullet and a target |