Master P - Bullets Got No Name Lyrics
HahahahaWe got a bag full of bullets in this ***** with no name on themYou know what Im sayingWhen you been hit by the *****You know it was ment for your punk assMy nigga ski whats upMy nigga c whats upMy nigga p whats upIm read to tear shit upComing straight from the land of the o-a-kAnd now listen to ral, ruler of the bayNo matter where you at, be it rain or snowOn a motel floor with a front row hoePartna pull out, get up, I want your undevidedForget the nut, I got the shit to ride withLet me tell you bout this little fool I knowHe was swift and fast, always on the goAnybody was his target, just to let you knowTo make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexualHe was all about peace, nothin more or lessAlways headed for your head, to avoid the vestHe was hollow at the tip, with a metal frameGet in his way, youre shot on the spotCause he has no nameChorus: 4xHollow tips in ya, bang!So duck when you hear that rat-tat-tatCause bullets got no nameCover your nuts nigga, what the ***** is up niggaYou got your name in my mouthI got to wash it with the millimeter95 mother*****ers wont be playingBodies will be layingCuase mother*****ers keep on playa hatingRun up and get the four-fourOpen his chest with the full metal jacketAnd put that nigga to restI aint gonna ***** around and play the silly shitMy bullets have no nameSo your partners better scatter *****So mother*****er now you know Im from the oGot niggas from the mobb and some niggas thats doing death rowSo think again if you think that you can handleGet caught up in a mother*****in 187 gangsta scandleKill at rando, heres my mother*****in anthem niggaShoot to kill, cause if you dont, that other nigga willI check my steel cause I feel the ghettos trying to kill meMaster p warned a nigga so now I gots the uziMother*****ers wanta do meBut run up and get some slugs from a niggaYou thought was your homieAint no love in this town huhSo you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huhYea, whos the first to bust a capI thought you knew niggaIm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue niggaYou ***** aroundIm puttin your ass in the house of painKeep your partnas out this shitThis bullet has no nameChorus 4xAbout yay short, about yay tallAbout so big, but had the balls to kill all yallI represent, the town called the richWhere niggas dont give a ***** about you or your *****Hks pop, a young nigga drop2 hours later, here come the *****in copsCause aint no love in this dope gameYoung niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaineSo when you hear that *****in rata-tat-tat-tatYou better duck or get your mother*****in cabbage patchOr lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the bluesYou be the next mother*****er on the 10 oclock newsTook out the game, I run the game of lifeCause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripesSmoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dankHeroine and crack, and out to do ? ? ? ? ? ?And the music shit dont changeCuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope gameSo whats the deal nigga, how you feel niggaInfa red and no limit recordsI mean some real niggasDone hooked up, out to make some bucksOff the record, on the recordMaster p can back it upE-40 said 1 luvBut its the same shit every state, every city, every clubAnd every *****ing concertTheres either some nigga, some *****With a bloody red shirtOr under the *****in white sheetThis shit wont changeCause itll happen again *****in next weekAnd these bullets aint gots no namesAnd these niggas in my hood wanta live like john wayneYou got your gat, we got our gatsAnd we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tataChorus 5x
