Bullets
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Why you niggaz outside without no gun
You think this shit is a game
But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin'
Show you niggaz I ain't playin'
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Why you niggaz outside without no gun
You think this shit is a game
But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin'
Show you niggaz I ain't playin'
Cause bullets ain't got no name
Why you niggaz act as if ya body built to survive
the shots
Goin down nailed after I get crackin' ya gon' be
outlined in chalk
The sun is shinin', but still it's rainin,
Ya don't wanna get wet then boy stop hangin',
My hood is warrin', so ain't no warnin's,
Niggaz'll take ya life now ya momz is mournin',
I done seen it happen, and we got crackin,
Six minutes they got right back at us,
Ten minutes later we was right back at them,
My burna so hot I put a hole in my mattress
Cause bullets ain't got no name.
Why you niggaz outside without no gun
You think this shit is a game
But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin'
Show you niggaz I ain't playin'
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Ayo black war murda, army fatigue socks,
Hat seven and a half and a 44 mag, in my
dickies,
Straight outta bompton. Blood won't stop
See the block's finest, my hood gettin' tossed up.
Out that convertible Phantom,
Any drama let the glock start bustin' at random,
I stay flamed up.
Drivin' somethin red, there go Game, blood.
Eight million records and I remain gangsta.
Walkin like a pitbull, watchin' my bite,
I'm from Compton a.k.a shoot-it-out-on-sight,
Cause I was raised by a G, my momma nigga.
My heart pumps no kool-aid, so bring the drama
nigga.
Fuck niggaz that's how I feel, straight up,
Never run. Unless I'm runnin' red strings through
my red Chuck's
Duck! Mothafucka it's The Game
Bustin' shots on ya block, and bullet's gots no
name.
Why you niggaz outside without no gun
You think this shit is a game
But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin'
Show you niggaz I ain't playin'
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
The sun is shinin', but still it's rainin',
And you ain't gotta ask where he from just spray
him,
By the look up on his face you can tell we
bangin
See the look up on his face when that thing start
rangin' (uh oh)
POW!
One down two to go, suspect usual.
Murda scene the routine ain't new to you.
Switch course double back, one down, double
that.
Yellow tape the gate, send 'em niggaz back.
See them niggaz with a bullet 'fore they learn
they lesson,
You still ain't got yo gun you ain't got the
message?
My enemies they know they say he got extras,
When I come through I only got one question...
(Why niggaz keep hangin' out?)
Why you niggaz outside without no gun
You think this shit is a game
But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin'
Show you niggaz I ain't playin'
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
Pull the trigga, shoot that nigga, make sure that
you get 'em
Cus bullets ain't got no name.
(Uh oh... POW!)
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