Master P - Bullets Gots No Name lyrics

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