Tha Bullet accords par 
Celly Cel 
N/A11 vues
Key: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
A
Verse 1
Em
Sittin on the shelf,
they got me stuck up in this box
Am
Em
Choppin it up with the homies,
havin visions of a glock 17
Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up
B
Am
G
We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas,
F#m
shootin shit up
Em
See under niner ross,
black talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest,
I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love
Ain't even breathin,
leave the body shittin like a seagull
B
Am
See I'm il legal,
G
F#m
I got pockets like that ? eagle
Em
Fuckin around with me is danger,
I'm talkin shit
Am
Em
Tryin to brain wash the trigger when
I'm in the chamber
Don't give a fuck if it's
a accident or on purpose
B
Am
When I'm comin out the chamber,
G
F#m
fool it's just inservice
Em
Don't get nervous when
you see what I do
I love to hit the target,
and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart,
ricochét off the nearest bone
B
Am
G
Rip his in sides up, shat ter his spine,
F#m
now I'm gone
Em
Layin by the body,
waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me up for evidence,
then I'm just some melted led
It ain't no thang,
G
Em
got me back where I started
B
In a box, with my homies,
Em
waitin for my next target
Verse 2
Em
Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Shootin up shit everywhere
G
Every city in every state
Bm
Em
F#m
Don't give a fuck about who when
Em
the bul let fly
The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga,
die"
Ha ha ha
B
Am
Em
F#m
Verse 3
Em
But what do ya know, looks like
I'm 'bout to be purchased again
I seen a nigga ask for them black
talons and grin
It won't be long 'til they let me loose
B
A
Got me in the clip,
G
F#m
drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice
Em
It's goin down,
I know they ridin on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger,
send me on my flight
Don't give a fuck about
who I hit when I fly
B
Am
The only thought that's on my
Em
mind is "die nigga, die"
Women and children and babies,
I know it's crazy
See I'm a bullet, it's my job,
man that shit don't faze me
Even the hand that's on
the trigger get shot too
B
Em
Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's
F#m
who I end up smokin fool
Em
Don't get it twisted,
I got no love for none of y'all
Got to dig a tunnel through your head,
and watch the body fall
Just shoot and I'mma do the rest
B
A
I love givin young niggas
G
F#m
cardi ac arrest s
Em
Bullet- proof niggas,
I go up in 'em quickly
Am
Em
The am bulance picked him up with
shit all in his Dickies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger,
B
pull it
Em
And make a
mothafucka feel the bullet
Verse 4
Em
Ha ha ha, yeah
Am
Em
Another victim of these
mothafuckin bullets
Once we pull the trigger,
don't get nervous
B
A
'cause it's in stant
G
F#m
mothafuck in service
Em
Ha ha ha, yeah
Breakin fools off every- mothafuckin- day
B
Am
Ha ha
Em
F#m
ha
Verse 5
Em
Up out the chamber,
it's that sneaky mothafucka creepin
Am
Em
You heard a shot but didn't
know until the blood was leakin
Up out your chest, you seen your
flesh was a bloody mess
B
A
Dropped down on your knees,
G
and ran outta breath
Em
Sent anced to your death
Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin,
pistol wippin nigga
Catchin 'em slippin
when they set trippin
Dippin and dabbin,
B
you niggas know who I am, an d
A
G
Can't be fuckin with them faulty
F#m
heaters that be jammin
Em
I love to fly and when they jam,
I can't come out and kick it
Am
Em
Just pick a tar get,
point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens,
B
in and out your cousin s
A
G
I'm burnin niggas like a oven,
Em
givin up no lovin
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit,
talkin long shit, bitch
Hit the floor before I hit the door and
B
split ya with some heat
Am
Take your head and leave your
Em
F#m
body in the street
Em
As I creep, up on my next
mothafuckin victim
Sweep him off his feet,
pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low,
you know how it go
B
Put your finger on the trigger,
Em
pull it, the mothafuckin bullet
Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Verse 6
Em
Mobbin through
your
hood and takin head
B
Bm
Showin no mothafuckin remorse
Em
F#m
Em
We don't give a fuck about you
The bullet, ha ha ha
Em
Sprayin up shit everywhere we go
Don't give a fuck,
Bm
Em
layin men 6 feet on the regular
Outro 1
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Em
Bm
Em
Em
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