[Verse One: Pharoahe Monche]

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
Niggaz who knew hit the [bad word] and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see
more than six years of life, trif-le-ing
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 [bad word]  oh [bad word]  what that [bad word] say
"Aww [bad word] it", next target's Margaret's face [bang]
and I [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 tile [bad word] 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

Nobody seen [bad word]  nobody heard it [x4]

[Verse Two: Prince Poetry]

Gun balls of fire, I'm travelling at higher speeds
to proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint
after splitting the chest of a Queens fiend
Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the Glock 9
and it's hollow tips, it releases the polices
in back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest [bad word]  I mess up ya, slasher
shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours [bang]
Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors
Thank me for spraying the operating room
The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me
Mmm lord, why do they use me? [bang]
I'm takin individual for keeps Hobbes
so peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props
And when I hit, [bad word] [bang bang bang bang]
Soon you forgets-me-not
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done
I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one
And as a human I'm the surprising one
Prince Po I flow the ripper, either way
you never, ever know how [bad word] Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence
Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves
With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit [bad word]  sprint [bang]
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with O
lot of honies parlay and the DJ's playin the Fudge Pudge flow
Five [bad word] up in the club for [bad word] Yo O peep it, oh [bad word] O duck (oh [bad word] , oh [bad word] )
[pop pop pop pop pop] [woman screams]
Another hit, another [bad word] [bad word] Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped
in your chest, then I flip
Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river
Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns [bad word] fake shoes is your renaissance
No response your moms is out cold
Figure I'm bigger takin your heart [bad word] at twenty years old
Stray Bullet