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 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
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 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
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 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 any gay
 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
 CHORUS 5x