Letras:
No Use For A Name Bullets

full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gunshots rang His bullet got my name

to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts

m a down ass Chicano I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a chavala As I rock

down, I leave hearts on the ground, My love is a weapon, and yes I use it well, And I let the rose petals cover up the bullet shells, I never shoot and

a bite up but mi strap with di K with di lite up Coppa in a face fi a bowy weh a brite up a same way one bredda di a hype up bullet inna gun buss him

Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3 Back when style was the name

I use to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad I'd ask he for her number to call she laugh and tell a player Nah take a bus a block and stop

rather use you for a train track I never said I'd fall in love See I'm a thug, and gangsters need love I just wanted to stroke for a while Mija did I

a janky bitch, a janky bitch, A bitch straight down Penitentiary bound With the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a