Title: Bullets
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Artist: Creed
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Tabled by: RaiNy
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Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 4
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Bars: 153

Lyric

2Pac
Number one, and ya don't stop
Gotta be number one, here we come, lick a gunshot
Check out me and Mon

Money B
One, not two, and ya don't stop
Me and 2Pac comin' true, and ya don't stop

2Pac
Gotta be number one, me and Mon, and ya don't stop
Gotta be number one, here we come, lick a gunshot

Money B
Lickin' em down fast, number one, and ya don't stop
Bustin' 'nuff ass, number one, and ya don't stop

2Pac
The caper was planned, I called my main man Money B
I'm bout to go snuff this kid called Billboard Charts, run with me

Money B
Billboard Charts, I remember that name, tell me more 'Pac

2Pac
He's stupid for loops and he's got me (Cuckoo!) for goin' pop

Money B
When do we drop him? (What?) Knock him and take his loot?
(Snap crackle) bang bang, there's blood on his fuckin' shoe

2Pac
Uh-uh, nobody shoot (Why?) Cause that ain't the way to go
We gotta convince him to play our tracks on the radio

Money B
Aiyyo let me convince him (hah), a clip and an AK
Shit'll be okay, cause he'll play what I say

2Pac
Well that's how it goes, ain't nuttin' left but to pull it
(Takin' no prisoners) Here I come... Number one with a bullet

Here I come (number one) number one (here I come)
Here I come (number one) Number one with a bullet
Here I come (number one) number one (here I come)
(Number one with the) Buck buck buck
(Number one) here I come (number one) here I come
(Number one) number one (here I come) Number one with a bullet
Here I come (number one) number one (here I come
(Number one with the) Buck buck buck)

2Pac
Hey yo, check this out, we wanna get a contract so we can get our money

Ohhhhh, you kids like to rap huh? I love rap music
Hey, I really like your groovy threads
But you need a couple things, you need a couple more things
(hey yo, check this out, we don't wanna hear all that)
to really make it in the business
We need, baggy pants and ruffles, how bout some hightop fades
Ahh hell no, ohh HELL NO... yo Mon, he buggin'
with yellow hightop streaks
Ohh yeah, but really there's a couple more things we need
Fuck that, that's that bullshit
We're gonna really need some newjack swing beat R&B hip-hop crap
Ohh you're gonna need dancers, what's a hip-hop show without dancers
Explosions, light shows...

Freeze! Please, Mr. BillB freeze

Money B
Drop to your knees, or I'll pop and you'll knock Z's
(Musta mistook me for a crook) searchin' for a hook
(Ya took another look, checked my rhymebook)
Huh, nothin' but hits upon mo' hits
(I ain't tryin' to hear this shit) from the tricks in the business

2Pac
Money, I told ya how they played me
From A to Z, like an H-O-E, glad ya came to save me
(Well I didn't want to make another lullaby)
Come soft as butter I, guess that I'm doomed no matter what I try

Money B
The charts won't give us any justice

2Pac
Mon we gotta bust this
Pull it if he moves, then I (bust this) splat
(On the wall like a fly) tell him why

Money B
Well if that's what it takes to be number one, number one here I come

Here I come (number one) number one (here I come)
Here I come (number one) Number one with a bullet
Here I come (number one) number one (here I come)
(Number one with the) Buck buck buck
(Number one) here I come (number one) here I come
(Number one) number one (here I come) Number one with a bullet
Here I come (number one) number one (here I come
(Number one with the) Buck buck buck)