Artist: Chamillionaire Album: Elevate EP Song: Bullet Proof Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chamillionaire] They be tryin to shoot shots, I just watch they gun fail That just make me stronger, all that hate just came with dumbbells Ain't that Koopa some'n else? Got no time for duck tales Y'all can't see the picture, y'all must be lookin at thumbnails Suicide's like bye-bye, he don't really ride fly Pull 'em curtains off top, voilá, while I look at that like mama, every day I fly high Never at the crib, when I come home it's just a drive-by "Brrat-brrat", yeah that's that, these ain't just no rap snacks I'm too busy eatin while it larger than my backpack Lizard on my snap-back, just accept the fact that I'll keep collectin paper 'til it looks like I'm a pack rat Had the shoebox stash when other young'uns had a bug jar I didn't have no Jordans but I made enough for a car Gave that to my mother, none of my hustle is subpar Must be out yo' mind cause it's my mind that got us this far And I'm just [Chorus: Chamillionaire] So bullet-proof, so bullet-proof, so bullet-proof They know they nothin, they be tryin to criticize all I've done I see 'em takin shots one by one They pull and shoot, I keep pullin through, like I'm bullet-proof It seems like everbody's aimin at you when you're number one But that don't stop me baby, I'm not done [Chamillionaire] I don't really know how they can find the success But I know the way I be comin down is the best See they gon' try their best to turn your mind to a mess So when you never mind 'em then it's mind is distress, uhh They gon' try to block yes, that's part of the process They look for success but now they see it like the Loch Ness Paper in my pockets, they can't even buy this Yeah we eatin real good but they really can't even digest Fake is what they want to, they can't handle the truth So I just get my camp wisdom like Iraq does with the troops I'm the truth so what's proof? Hope you wear your taboos They say don't burn no bridges, try to cross me and get cut loose I'm 100 plus deuce, shadow proof ain't gun proof But try to get some head they try to strike you through the sunroof They just want my chair and tryin to push me out like the goose Losers give me headaches but success can be my masseuse Let me get my real robe, let 'em know I fear no evil but that evil tryin to whisper in my ear though Wanna make a deal bro? Tell me who you'd kill fo' What you need to ask me is to tell you who I live fo' Cause I'm just [Chorus]