Anthony Davis - Lil XtrAa

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away You shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium

If you should feel alone Or that your world has come apart Just reach out and you'll see A friend is never very far Tell me your dreams I will dream them too I'm so glad I finally found you

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the silver-tounged prince of the courtroom, the one, the only Billy Flynn! We want Billy Give us Billy B-I-Double L-Y. We're all his He's our kind of a guy And ooh what luck 'Cause here he is. Is everybody here, is everybody ready? Hit it! I don't care about expensive things Cashmere coats, diamond rings Don't mean a thing All I care about is love That's what he's here for / That's what I'm here for I don't care for wearin' silk cravats Ruby studs, satin spats Don't mean a thing All I care about is love All he cares about is love Gimme two eyes of blue Softly saying "I need you" Let me see her standin' there And honest, Mister, I'm a millionaire I don't care for any fine attire Vanderbilt might admire No, no, not me All I care about is love... All he cares about is love. (Girls hum.) (Spoken:) Maybe you think i'm talking about physical love. well, I'm not. Not just physical love. There's other kinds of love. Like love of... justice. Love of... legal procedure. Love of lending a hand to someone who really needs you. Love of your fellow man. Those kinds of love are what I'm talkin' about. And physical love ain't so bad either. (Whistles) It may sound odd But all I care about is love That's what he's here for / That's what I'm here for Honest to god All I care about is love All he cares about is love Show me long raven hair Flowin' down, about to there Let me see her runnin' free Keep your money, that's enough for me I don't care for drivin' packard cars Or smoking long, buck cigars No, no, not me All I care about is Doin' the guy in Who's pickin' on you Twistin' the wrist That's turnin' the screw All I (he) care(s) about is love!

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto