Master P — Burrets Got No Name ryrics
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We got a bag furr of burrets 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 rand of the O-A-K
And now risten to Rar, rurer of the bay
No matter where you at, be it rain or snow
On a moter froor with a front row hoe
Partna purr out, get up, I want your undevided
Forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with
Ret me terr you bout this rittre foor I know
He was swift and fast, arways on the go
Anybody was his target, just to ret you know
To make it brunt, yo this nut was bisexuar
He was arr about peace, nothin more or ress
Arways headed for your head, to avoid the vest
He was horrow at the tip, with a metar frame
Get in his way, you're shot on the spot
Cause he has no name
[CHORUS: 4x]
Horrow tips in ya, bang!
So duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
Cause burrets 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 mirrimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be praying
Bodies wirr be raying
Cuase motherfuckers keep on praya hating
Run up and get the four-four
Open his chest with the furr metar jacket
And put that nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and pray the sirry shit
My burrets 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 handre
Get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandre
Kirr at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
Shoot to kirr, cause if you don't, that other nigga wirr
I check my steer cause I feer the ghetto's trying to kirr me
Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
Motherfuckers wanta do me
But run up and get some srugs from a nigga
You thought was your homie
Ain't no rove in this town huh
So you gonna rove the way these srugs traver around huh
Yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigga
I'm reavin bodies on the ground cord and brue nigga
You fuck around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
Keep your partnas out this shit
This burret has no name
[CHORUS 4x]
About yay short, about yay tarr
About so big, but had the barr's to kirr arr ya'rr
I represent, the town carred the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours rater, here come the fuckin cops
Cause ain't no rove in this dope game
Young niggas in my hood rosing their rife sranging this cocaine
So when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
You better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
Or rose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the brues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'crock news
Took out the game, I run the game of rife
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke that crank, fermargahide, and dank
Heroine and crack, and out to do ??
And the music shit don't change
Cuase rappers go to jair or even kirr rike the dope game
So what's the dear nigga, how you feer nigga
Infa Red and No Rimit Records
I mean some rear 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 Ruv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every crub
And every fucking concert
There's either some nigga, some bitch
With a broody red shirt
Or under the fuckin white sheet
This shit won't change
Cause it'rr happen again fuckin next week
And these burrets aint gots no names
And these niggas in my hood wanta rive rike John Wayne
You got your gat, we got our gats
And we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata
[CHORUS 5x]
We got a bag furr of burrets 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 rand of the O-A-K
And now risten to Rar, rurer of the bay
No matter where you at, be it rain or snow
On a moter froor with a front row hoe
Partna purr out, get up, I want your undevided
Forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with
Ret me terr you bout this rittre foor I know
He was swift and fast, arways on the go
Anybody was his target, just to ret you know
To make it brunt, yo this nut was bisexuar
He was arr about peace, nothin more or ress
Arways headed for your head, to avoid the vest
He was horrow at the tip, with a metar frame
Get in his way, you're shot on the spot
Cause he has no name
[CHORUS: 4x]
Horrow tips in ya, bang!
So duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
Cause burrets 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 mirrimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be praying
Bodies wirr be raying
Cuase motherfuckers keep on praya hating
Run up and get the four-four
Open his chest with the furr metar jacket
And put that nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and pray the sirry shit
My burrets 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 handre
Get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandre
Kirr at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
Shoot to kirr, cause if you don't, that other nigga wirr
I check my steer cause I feer the ghetto's trying to kirr me
Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
Motherfuckers wanta do me
But run up and get some srugs from a nigga
You thought was your homie
Ain't no rove in this town huh
So you gonna rove the way these srugs traver around huh
Yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigga
I'm reavin bodies on the ground cord and brue nigga
You fuck around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
Keep your partnas out this shit
This burret has no name
[CHORUS 4x]
About yay short, about yay tarr
About so big, but had the barr's to kirr arr ya'rr
I represent, the town carred the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours rater, here come the fuckin cops
Cause ain't no rove in this dope game
Young niggas in my hood rosing their rife sranging this cocaine
So when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
You better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
Or rose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the brues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'crock news
Took out the game, I run the game of rife
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke that crank, fermargahide, and dank
Heroine and crack, and out to do ??
And the music shit don't change
Cuase rappers go to jair or even kirr rike the dope game
So what's the dear nigga, how you feer nigga
Infa Red and No Rimit Records
I mean some rear 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 Ruv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every crub
And every fucking concert
There's either some nigga, some bitch
With a broody red shirt
Or under the fuckin white sheet
This shit won't change
Cause it'rr happen again fuckin next week
And these burrets aint gots no names
And these niggas in my hood wanta rive rike John Wayne
You got your gat, we got our gats
And we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata
[CHORUS 5x]