Bullets Gots No Name Lyrics
| Song | Bullets Gots No Name |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | 99 Ways to Die |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 OAK | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS: 4x | |
| hollow tips in ya, bang! | |
| so duck when you hear that rattattat | |
| 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 fourfour | |
| 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 | |
| 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 ratatattattat | |
| 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 nbsp?????? | |
| 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 | |
| E40 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 ratatattattata |
| zuò cí : 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 OAK | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS: 4x | |
| hollow tips in ya, bang! | |
| so duck when you hear that rattattat | |
| 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 fourfour | |
| 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 | |
| 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 ratatattattat | |
| 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 nbsp?????? | |
| 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 | |
| E40 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 ratatattattata |
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