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          CHORUS 5x