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Script The Bullet From A 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

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

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

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

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

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

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