No Love For You

Lyrics

[Intro] As much as I hate to make this song Shits gotta be done Lot of explaining to do To my family and my fans Everybody who's got my back I dragged you into this industry bullshit And you had to sit back And just watch us get fucked Like a god damn bitch Well that shits gonna change [Chorus] Wonder why I don't fuck with you Why I don't fuck with you That's why I don't fuck with you Or got no love for you That's why I don't fuck with you That's why I don't fuck with you All you putos, I'm done with you Want to point some guns at you [Verse 1] All the phony ass homies and stingy bitches Too many vatos about no business Need an uzi, point it at their ass Smoked them vatos like grass I been around holmes, and ain't nothin' new Fuck the industry and fuck you too New millennium, it's all brand new New attitude, brand new crew Trying to handle my shit Finally do something good for my kids Greedy muthafuckas out my bids No more hands in my figs And to my family, dispensa The industry played me like a leva Took my feria and fucked it off But fuck the past holmes, now I'm the boss You distributors are greedy Answer your phone like I do When you assholes need me For a brand new hit From now checks up front or you don't get shit No more features on anyone's shits Don't ask and you won't get this If you used to be down, you ain't no more To me you're under the floor [Chorus] And that's why It's why I don't fuck with you That's why I don't fuck with you That's why I don't fuck with you Or got no love for you That's why I don't fuck with you That's why I don't fuck with you Ese I'm done with you Want to point a gun at you Man, if the shoe fits wear it (yeah wear it) You people know who you are (all over the country) Bunch of greedy bastards [Verse 2] If you gotta approach me, dog at least step straight Heard every lie and excuse, from the real to the fake No more hand outs, earn your shit Keep your demos, I'll burn that shit Barely got time to stroke my own dick 24 hours a day producing gangsta hits Was the underdog now I'm the king Of this whole Chicano rap gangsta thing Vatos mad cause I stole the scene Uncovered the whole fucking scheme Man no one loves Capone, except me Just how it be, just how it be [Chorus] Got no reason to fuck with you No reason to fuck with you Got no reason to fuck with you And got no love for you Got no reason to fuck with you No reason to fuck with you Ese I'm done with you Want to point a gun at you [Verse 3] I'm saying sorry to my fans, I love you all Take all my old CDs to the mall Should've been me, I wish it was Capone Sounds like a recording on a cellphone I ask for help, and got looked at funny Shook the business dude for the money You took my fans and jacked em all And pointed at Capone to take the fall So I gotta set the record straight Hope your last meal taste good on your plate Can't believe you vatos did what you did From here on out it's all about Capone's fans and his kids [Outro] Fuck 'em all dog, fuck 'em all I don't even wanna rap no more, I'm so sick Sick to the stomach baby Just let that beat roll on out (roll like that roll like that) And let's smoke something Cause it's going down big boy for real