歌曲 | Bullets Gots No Name |
歌手 | Master P |
专辑 | 99 Ways to Die |
下载 | 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 |