Bullets Got No Name Lyrics - Singles - Master P

hahahaha 

we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them 

you know what I'm saying 

when you been hit by the bitch 

you know it was ment for your punk ass 

my nigga Ski whats up 

my nigga C whats up 

my nigga P whats up 

I'm read to tear shit 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 shit 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 

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CHORUS: 4x 

hollow tips in ya, bang! 

so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat 

cause bullets got no name 

cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga 

you got your name in my mouth 

I got to wash it with the millimeter 

95 motherfuckers won't be playing 

bodies will be laying 

cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating 

run up and get the four-four 

open his chest with the full metal jacket 

and put that nigga to rest 

I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit 

my bullets have no name 

so your partners better scatter bitch 

so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O 

got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row 

so think again if you think that you can handle 

get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle 

kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga 

shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will 

I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me 

Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi 

motherfuckers wanta do me 

but run up and get some slugs from a nigga 

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 nigga 

I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga 

you fuck around 

I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain 

keep your partnas out this shit 

this bullet has no name 

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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 niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch 

HK's pop, a young nigga drop 

2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops 

cause ain't no love in this dope game 

young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine 

so when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat 

you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch 

or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues 

you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news 

took out the game, I run the game of life 

cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes 

smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank 

heroine and crack, and out to do? 

and the music shit don't change 

cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game 

so what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga 

Infa Red and No Limit Records 

I mean some real niggas 

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 shit every state, every city, every club 

and every fucking concert 

there's either some nigga, some bitch 

with a bloody red shirt 

or under the fuckin white sheet 

this shit won't change 

cause it'll happen again fuckin next week 

and these bullets aint gots no names 

and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne 

you got your gat, we got our gats 

and we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata