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