No Names lyrics
by Young Slo-Be
[Intro]
(Brody, come in here)
(Legend made another one)
(It's the gang)
[Chorus]
n*gga, I push the hood and I don't need a label (On 21, n*gga)
n*gga, you can get rocked and I ain't got a cradle
Step your goofy ass back 'cause these shots fatal
No pen, no pad, but you can get stapled (This ain't no rap sh*t)
b*tch gave me an eight ball like a pool table
She still don't see my worth
b*tch, bring me back the world, b*tch, f*ck your purse
But she say it's too much
Cuddie, get up on that, they actin' too tough
[Verse]
These n*ggas playin' crazy
You know bullets ain't got no names, ain't into killin' babies
Ah-ah-ah, f*ck n*gga, keep your head on
Ridin' in that fishbowl, you know you dead wrong
Dead and gone, know we let it sing like it's Trey Songz
Your b*tch buggin' me, tellin' me you ain't home
Knocks when I see you, it's stuck to me like my backbone
Yeah, I got it, n*gga, nah, I ain't a dorky n*gga
Sucker tried to get up on me last time I was horny, n*gga
I played it smooth, my n*ggas move reckless, n*gga
If I had a Nike suit on, still wouldn't check a n*gga
Even if he do, I still bet we'd get the best of n*ggas
Ah-ah-ah, paramedics gotta check a n*gga
Hell nah, n*gga, we ain't tusslin', n*gga
We saw you n*ggas had the ball, but you fumbled, n*gga
Now it's lookin' like we got the shine
I don't care how bad you is, you payin' for this time
I don't care how many bodies, I'm payin' every dime
Ooh-wee, we still steppin', n*gga
[Interlude]
Move dangerous, n*gga, ayy, free the thugs, though
Ayy, ayy, poles layin' around, look like a gun show
[Chorus]
n*gga, I push the hood and I don't need a label (On 21, n*gga)
n*gga, you can get rocked and I ain't got a cradle
Step your goofy ass back 'cause these shots fatal
No pen, no pad, but you can get stapled (This ain't no rap sh*t)
b*tch gave me an eight ball like a pool table
She still don't see my worth
b*tch, bring me back the world, b*tch, f*ck your purse
But she say it's too much
Cuddie, get up on that, they actin' too tough