Bullets Got No Name

hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this b*tch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the b*tch
you know it was ment for your punk ass

my nigg* Ski whats up
my nigg* C whats up
my nigg* P whats up
I'm read to tear s**t up
coming straight from the land of the O-A-K
and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay
no matter where you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel floor with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided
forget the nut, I got the s**t to ride with
let me tell you bout this little fool I know
he was swift and fast, always on the go
anybody was his target, just to let you know
to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or less
always headed for your head, to avoid the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame
get in his way, you're shot on the spot
cause he has no name

CHORUS: 4x
hollow tips in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
cause bullets got no name

cover your nuts nigg*, what the fk is up nigg*
you got your name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherfkers won't be playing
bodies will be laying
cuase motherfkers keep on playa hating
run up and get the four-four
open his chest with the full metal jacket
and put that nigg* to rest
I ain't gonna fk around and play the silly s**t
my bullets have no name
so your partners better scatter b*tch
so motherfker now you know I'm from the O
got from the mobb and some that's doing death row
so think again if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfkin 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfkin anthem nigg*
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigg* will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master P warned a nigg* so now I gots the Uzi
motherfkers wanta do me
but run up and get some slugs from a nigg*
you thought was your homie
ain't no love in this town huh
so you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh
yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigg*
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigg*
you fk around
I'm puttin your as* in the house of pain
keep your partnas out this s**t
this bullet has no name

CHORUS 4x

about yay short, about yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
where don't give a fk about you or your b*tch
HK's pop, a young nigg* drop
2 hours later, here come the fkin cops
cause ain't no love in this dope game
young in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear that fkin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherfkin cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfker on the 10 O'clock news
took out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music s**t don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so what's the deal nigg*, how you feel nigg*
Infa Red and No Limit Records
I mean some real
done hooked up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
but it's the same s**t every state, every city, every club
and every fking concert
there's either some nigg*, some b*tch
with a blood red shirt
or under the fkin white sheet
this s**t won't change
cause it'll happen again fkin next week
and these bullets aint gots no names
and these in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our gats
and we can end this s**t in some rata-tat-tat-tata

CHORUS 5x