[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
File forcing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H₂O water
Visualize the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
Niggas who knew hit the ground runnin' and stay down
Except for the kids who play on the playground
'Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life
Trifleing, when she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
A red Range Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face *bang*
And I struck it, now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin', buckin', greet by fuckin' family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild
Crashin' through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tiles
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams, no hopes when I spray
You better pray to the Pope or the Vatican before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
But whose blue skies will turn grey
From the attack of the MAC-11, I'm a stray bullet
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
File forcing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H₂O water
Visualize the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
Niggas who knew hit the ground runnin' and stay down
Except for the kids who play on the playground
'Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life
Trifleing, when she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
A red Range Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face *bang*
And I struck it, now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin', buckin', greet by fuckin' family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild
Crashin' through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tiles
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams, no hopes when I spray
You better pray to the Pope or the Vatican before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
But whose blue skies will turn grey
From the attack of the MAC-11, I'm a stray bullet
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