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hahahaha
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we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
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you know what I'm saying
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when you been hit by the bitch
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you know it was ment for your punk ass
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my nigga Ski whats up
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my nigga C whats up
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my nigga P whats up
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I'm read to tear shit up
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coming straight from the land of the O-A-K
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and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay
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no matter where you at, be it rain or snow
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on a motel floor with a front row hoe
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partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided
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forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with
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let me tell you bout this little fool I know
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he was swift and fast, always on the go
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anybody was his target, just to let you know
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to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
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he was all about peace, nothin more or less
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always headed for your head, to avoid the vest
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he was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame
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get in his way, you're shot on the spot
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cause he has no name
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CHORUS: 4x
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hollow tips in ya, bang!
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so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
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cause bullets got no name
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cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
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you got your name in my mouth
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I got to wash it with the millimeter
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95 motherfuckers won't be playing
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bodies will be laying
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cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating
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run up and get the four-four
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open his chest with the full metal jacket
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and put that nigga to rest
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I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
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my bullets have no name
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so your partners better scatter bitch
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so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O
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got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
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so think again if you think that you can handle
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get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
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kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
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shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will
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I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
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Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
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motherfuckers wanta do me
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but run up and get some slugs from a nigga
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you thought was your homie
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ain't no love in this town huh
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so you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh
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yea, who's the first to bust a cap
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I thought you knew nigga
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I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga
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you fuck around
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I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
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keep your partnas out this shit
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this bullet has no name
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CHORUS 4x
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about yay short, about yay tall
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about so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
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I represent, the town called the Rich
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where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
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HK's pop, a young nigga drop
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2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
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cause ain't no love in this dope game
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young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
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so when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
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you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
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or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
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you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
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took out the game, I run the game of life
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cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
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smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
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heroine and crack, and out to do ??????
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and the music shit don't change
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cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
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so what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
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Infa Red and No Limit Records
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I mean some real niggas
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done hooked up, out to make some bucks
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off the record, on the record
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Master P can back it up
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E-40 said 1 Luv
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but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
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and every fucking concert
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there's either some nigga, some bitch
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with a bloody red shirt
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or under the fuckin white sheet
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this shit won't change
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cause it'll happen again fuckin next week
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and these bullets aint gots no names
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and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
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you got your gat, we got our gats
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and we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata
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CHORUS 5x
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Bullets Gots No Name
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Master P f/ EA-Ski, Rally Ral |