Lyrics No Names - Illah Dayz, Bronze Nazareth

No Names

Step off ya course, come on up, see me what’s up
Crunch time, im outta line, Jane, roll me one up
Pissy, drunk ass fuck, streets got ah nigga corrupt
Liquor erupt, girls lost lookin for nut
Huddled up, its raining outside, hurry on up
Girl throat was like ah cup, 24−7, taking in gulps
She earn her money tough, like streets is never enough
Its no bluff in they career, this broads workin all year
Threw sleet and snow and hurricanes
Bad habits, word up, its brain, dont discriminate
Fuckin and suckin, lames and the lavish
She be like, i gotta have this dough on the average
In her early twenties, young addict gettin mad lit.
She don’t go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its not ah game yo
This how she maintain, one lost soul carrying
Burdens pain, feeling no shame.
Girl name is champagne, pussy campaign
I usta rap to her, treat her right, rice and potatoes
She down at rado’s, carry her weight, sweetest game
Thats how she play bro’s, create, display role’s
Wheel in, new friends, she made hoes
13 below shopping, coppin the sluttiest clothes
Hair and nails stayed live and fly, from her head to her toes
Tattoo of ah rose, on her lower back by her butt
Red button on her gut, that you press, whom ever who fuck
Stuck in the game for ah couple ah bucks, its all the same
She shake her thang cold main yo, simple and plain
Its not strange, this is what she do just tah make change
Went from ah glamour girl body, to ah cracked out frame
Pain, blame yaself, you the the one who caused ya
Own deaf, fuck wit suckahs doe, thought they was Heff
Stuck you and left, stranded on the block, abandoned
Buildings, stung by the rock, she ain’t pop the lock
Nowadays she in ah pine box.
She dont go by names ««»
In the back of mind, you can tell whats early signs
Pops he did crime, moms always cryin
Drama, life ain’t shit, stay grabbin at the knife
Like this is it, basement skits, flippin out
Fillin pipes wit they fix, Lorraine, exposed quick
Tah life dope, weed and its kicks, her younger days
On the block hot, serving out nicks
Walk wit ah bad switch, lickin clicks, Like ah mad bitch
Swallowed cum, passed it when she kissed her friend
Who want some, turnin tricks in Cass Corridor
Do what you ask for, you only get what you get
What you paid ya cash for, Lorraine ah nine at least
Wit ah ah mind WOULD be ah dime piece
But fucked up, she walking Chene and Mack
Strung out on crack street
No names…