Letras:
No Use For A Name Old What S His Name

ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for

law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name

your while' Ah but it's a sad reminder when your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent and all you've got to give him is the use of your side

tha most humble, rep the streets to tha core Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involve with me for? You spent a long time comin like a bless and a check

clean] (why?) [Because I'm already seventeen] Who's to blame? (Who's to blame?) What his name? (We know his name, his name is.) Mister Booze, Mister Booze

bleed Just got served by little niggaz on a 10-speed Twelve years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee (a lil' ass gee) (a

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

what, my people just stay alive I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war? What has Al

Everyone's got their albums out But where's his at He said it'd be out long time ago He said that a long time ago Where'd all the time go Can't see that like a