E-A-Ski - Bullets Got No Name lyrics

Artist: Master P f/ EA-Ski, Rally Ral Album: 99 Ways to Die Song: Bullets Got No Name Hahahaha We got a bag full of bullets in this b**h with no name on them You know what I'm saying When you been hit by the b**h You know it was ment for your punk a** My n***a Ski whats up My n***a C whats up My n***a P whats up I'm read to tear sh** 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 sh** 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 bis**ual 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 n***a, what the f** is up n***a You got your name in my mouth I got to wash it with the millimeter 95 motherf**ers won't be playing Bodies will be laying Cuase motherf**ers keep on playa hating Run up and get the four-four Open his chest with the full metal jacket And put that n***a to rest I ain't gonna f** around and play the silly sh** My bullets have no name So your partners better scatter b**h So motherf**er now you know I'm from the O Got n***as from the mobb and some n***as that's doing d**h row So think again if you think that you can handle Get caught up in a motherf**in 187 gangsta scandle k** at rando, here's my motherf**in anthem n***a Shoot to k**, cause if you don't, that other n***a will I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to k** me Master P warned a n***a so now I gots the Uzi Motherf**ers wanta do me But run up and get some slugs from a n***a 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 n***a I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue n***a You f** around I'm puttin your a** in the house of pain Keep your partnas out this sh** This bullet has no name CHORUS 4x About yay short, about yay tall About so big, but had the ball's to k** all ya'll I represent, the town called the Rich Where n***as don't give a f** about you or your b**h HK's pop, a young n***a drop 2 hours later, here come the f**in cops Cause ain't no love in this dope game Young n***as in my hood losing their life slanging this c**aine So when you hear that f**in rata-tat-tat-tat You better duck or get your motherf**in cabbage patch Or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues You be the next motherf**er on the 10 O'clock news Took out the game, I run the game of life Cause in the ghetto, n***as out to get stripes Smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank Heroine and crack, and out to do ?????? And the music sh** don't change Cuase rappers go to jail or even k** like the dope game So what's the deal n***a, how you feel n***a Infa Red and No Limit Records I mean some real n***as 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 sh** every state, every city, every club And every f**ing concert There's either some n***a, some b**h With a bloody red shirt Or under the f**in white sheet This sh** won't change Cause it'll happen again f**in next week And these bullets ain't gots no names And these n***as in my hood wanta live like John Wayne You got your gat, we got our gats And we can end this sh** in some rata-tat-tat-tata CHORUS 5x