Bullets Got No Name
We got a bag full of bullets in this b*t*h with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the b*t*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*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 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

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**k is up n***a
You got your name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherf**kers won't be playing
Bodies will be laying
Cuase motherf**kers 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**k around and play the silly sh*t
My bullets have no name
So your partners better scatter b*t*h
So motherf**ker now you know I'm from the O
Got n***as from the mobb and some n***as that's doing death row
So think again if you think that you can handle
Get caught up in a motherf**kin 187 gangsta scandle
Kill at rando, here's my motherf**kin anthem n***a
Shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other n***a will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master P warned a n***a so now I gots the Uzi
Motherf**kers 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**k around
I'm puttin your a** in the house of pain
Keep your partnas out this sh*t
This bullet has no name

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***as don't give a f**k about you or your b*t*h
HK's pop, a young n***a drop
2 hours later, here come the f**kin cops
Cause ain't no love in this dope game
Young n***as in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
So when you hear that f**kin rata-tat-tat-tat
You better duck or get your motherf**kin cabbage patch
Or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
You be the next motherf**ker 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*t don't change
Cuase rappers go to jail or even kill 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*t every state, every city, every club
And every f**king concert
There's either some n***a, some b*t*h
With a bloody red shirt
Or under the f**kin white sheet
This sh*t won't change
Cause it'll happen again f**kin 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*t in some rata-tat-tat-tata