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
h**ne 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 aint 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