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master p - bullets got no name lyrics

hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this b-tch with no name on them
you know what i’m saying
when you been hit by the b-tch
you know it was ment for your punk -ss

my n-gg- ski what’s up
my n-gg- c what’s up
my n-gg- p what’s up
i’m read to tear sh-t 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-t 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-xual
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-gg-, what the f-ck is up n-gg-
you got your name in my mouth
i got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherf-ckers won’t be playing
bodies will be laying
cuase motherf-ckers keep on playa hating
run up and get the four-four
open his chest with the full metal jacket
and put that n-gg- to rest
i ain’t gonna f-ck around and play the silly sh-t
my bullets have no name
so your partners better scatter b-tch
so motherf-cker now you know i’m from the o
got n-gg-s from the mobb and some n-gg-s that’s doing death row
so think again if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherf-ckin 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here’s my motherf-ckin anthem n-gg-
shoot to kill, cause if you don’t, that other n-gg- will
i check my steel cause i feel the ghetto’s trying to kill me
master p warned a n-gg- so now i gots the uzi
motherf-ckers wanta do me
but run up and get some slugs from a n-gg-
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-gg-
i’m leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue n-gg-
you f-ck around
i’m puttin your -ss in the house of pain
keep your partnas out this sh-t
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 n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck about you or your b-tch
hk’s pop, a young n-gg- drop
2 hours later, here come the f-ckin cops
cause ain’t no love in this dope game
young n-gg-s in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear that f-ckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherf-ckin cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherf-cker on the 10 o’clock news
took out the game, i run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, n-gg-s out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music sh-t don’t change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so what’s the deal n-gg-, how you feel n-gg-
infa red and no limit records
i mean some real n-gg-s
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-t every state, every city, every club
and every f-cking concert
there’s either some n-gg-, some b-tch
with a bl–dy red shirt
or under the f-ckin white sheet
this sh-t won’t change
cause it’ll happen again f-ckin next week
and these bullets aint gots no names
and these n-gg-s in my hood wanta live like john wayne
you got your gat, we got our gats
and we can end this sh-t in some rata-tat-tat-tata

chorus 5x

- master p lyrics

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