Bullets Rmx

Nipsey Hussle & The Game - Rap, West Coast Rap
Bullets Rmx
2 Plays
Duration: 6:06
Lyrics
[Verse] Why you niggas outside without no gun You think this shit is a game But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin' Show you niggas 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 niggas outside without no gun You think this shit is a game But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin' Show you niggas I ain't playin' Cause bullets ain't got no name Why you niggas 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 Niggas'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 niggas outside without no gun You think this shit is a game But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin' Show you niggas 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 F*ck niggas that's how I feel, straight up Never run. Unless I'm runnin' red strings through my red Chuck's Duck! Mothaf*cka it's The Game Bustin' shots on ya block, and bullet's gots no name Why you niggas outside without no gun You think this shit is a game But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin' Show you niggas 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 niggas back See them niggas 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 niggas keep hangin' out?) Why you niggas outside without no gun You think this shit is a game But no, no not at all, I hope out gunnin' Show you niggas 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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Credits
- Writers
- The Game
- Nipsey Hussle