Bullets Lyrics - Singles - Psycho Realm

[b-real] 

Lost dreams of innocence long past 

Through time memories burn and fade like ash 

Through the crosswinds through the crosiers 

Let the bullet strike 

Through the teflon and on and in 

Feel me penatrate the skin 

So I could travel unravel the whole in your shell 

I'm gonna send you straight to hell 

Now your lifeless God bless your soul and lay to rest 

It's useless I go through the west chest cavity 

Area let them bury your shell deep in the earth 

Where you dwell in your wooden cells 

[jacken] 

Gang insigina splits your familia 

Let me break it down mira 

You're slaying mothafuckas that look loke you do 

Dying off slowly is the only rule 

In this rate chase, crews choose paper chase 

Almost always illegal, regals and banbidos 

Coverment tactics pack this street with plastic 

Dreams and fantasies of getting paid drastic 

But most get blasted all you fanatics 

Out for cheese and g's cease dramatics 

[mr. duke] 

In this chapter, we're gonna define 

Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies 

And we die faster then we multiply 

[jacken] 

Bullets pierce through sky like a storm 

You're warned and if it hails you die 

Assassins passing through your block blasting action 

Dust gets kicked up in violent fashion 

Trigger men get figured in 

Solitary cages through the ages 

We've been taken for by the other side 

They split usup in cliques and pitch the homicide 

They use, divide and conquer, they no longer will survive 

Supply the guns and ammo, then watch the color die 

[b-real] 

Bullets are on a mission 

To search and destroy 

No names attached just convoys 

Deployed on your team 

You wanna scheme dreams of material vision 

My squadron of 36 is on a mission 

And I'm on you like flies on shit 

And I got back up with 36 more in the clip 

As I come to expand and change dimensions 

My philosophy becomes high with bad intentions 

It s a vengeance 

Like bees to the hive 

Strive to stay alive and live through the drive-by 

[mr. duke] 

Who really remembers the blastin'? 

Five minutes of crossfire, action 

Two sides fight in the night 

And thousands of nameless bullets 

Fly by, aimless 

In your direction 

Making rivals die on occasion 

Yeah enemies muthafucka 

Take in all of my steel, bleed 

Hot metal get thrown away 

On the streets of l.a. as I run away 

In this chapter, we're gonna define 

Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies 

And we die faster then we multiply