| I don’t know why
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Oh, we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Some will die over oil, kill over land
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| Charge you for taxes and blame Uncle Sam
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| Read you your rights and charge you for nothing
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| Now who’s really gangsta and tell me who’s fronting?
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| Murder your sons, ravage your daughters
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| Here, overseas, and across those borders
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| Tanks and missiles, bombs and grenades
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| Inject your land with guns and AIDS
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| You better pray to the most high or whoever you praise
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| 'Cause politicians can’t help you, they’re just puppets and slaves
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| Trying to get paid and you are too
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| What you gonna do when the gun is pointed at you?
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| (Like bank robbers)
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gonna die)
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| Well, I say we’re living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Oh, we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (Hey world)
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| Get you a paper, turn on the news
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| Ride through the hood, eyewitness the blues
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| How can you ignore it? |
| It’s easy to spot it
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| A trap house, a liquor store, and your city’s got it
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| And my city’s got it and their city’s got it
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| This world is chaotic and love is symbolic
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| So life don’t get cherished so our babies perish
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| And your babies perish, now tell me who’s careless?
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| Now who should I pray to and what should I pray for?
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| You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption
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| I know where we’re headed, I already read it
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| The good book done said it, like cowboys and Indians
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| We just living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gonna die)
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| Yeah, we living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gonna die in there)
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| Luda, they say tomorrow’s not promised today, but today I promise
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| If we don’t make our own way, somebody’ll take it from us
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| Snatch it like rats to cheese, so Lord, help me please
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| 'Cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
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| Living like I’m bulletproof, cocking the glock and aim and shoot
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| My future’s ever clear, a 180 proof
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| So I open the bottle, then swallow my pride and drink the pain away
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| I take shots and just lay up, then fade away
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| Dreaming of better days, dreaming of better pay
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| But we got our work cut out for us so we better pray
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| Pray to uphold the weak, not for eternal sleep
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| But if I die I pray, the Lord, my soul to keep
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| We living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Oh, we load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Living like we bulletproof |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bulletproof, artist - Ludacris. Album song The Conjure Mixtape: A Hustler's Spirit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп