No Names - Illah Dayz, Bronze Nazareth

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…