No Luv

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Converse] I got N-O L-O-V-E for MTV You can't see me in the locs in a black beanie Got no love for cops, not even a teeny-weeny bit, shit My black truck got the phat kit [Verse 2: Full Clip] So what you thought, you stupid little bitch? (Little bitch!) That Full Clip gave up at all this Rydin' shit? (Hell no!) What love I had left, I done shot it And what hate I'm puttin' out, motherfucker, well, you got it! [Verse 3: Sawed Off] Check this out, dawg, I don't give a fuck That's why I'm bombin' on you bitches, I ain't got no love This whole world's insane and psycho, listen to the thugism Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in 'em [Verse 4: Lil' Shank] Representin' the Rydas because we mashin' and thuggin' Ain't got no love for y'all buggin', thinkin' we wildin' for nothin' If in your face, it's for somethin', my windows down, my truck bumpin' My fifteen speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin' [Verse 5: Cell Block] I got no love for the government (Fuck that shit!) They upset 'cause I'm clockin' more skrilla than the motherfuckin' president Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name [Verse 6: Bullet] I got no love for innocent people caught in the way Between a Ryda and his pay, ain't no way, not today It's been a long time and I've been waitin' on this chance So when my bullets advance, I'm puttin' shit in your pants [Verse 7: Converse] I'm comin' straight from the murder glove, I got no love My style's underground, but still so much above You can try and shove me, I still won't budge And a thousand years from now, I'll still be holdin' a grudge [Verse 8: Full Clip] All these punk bitch ass motherfuckers runnin' around Claimin' to ride get chopped the fuck down You could even know me, run up and give a dap The second you turn around, you catchin' one in the back [Verse 9: Sawed Off] Man please, there's so many out here frontin' Beatty-eyed motherfuckers, always lookin' for something That's why I never did and never would have any love For the simple fact I hate to love, bitch what?! [Verse 10: Lil Shank] Ain't got no love for y'all bitches, y'all pussy is your only asset Let's put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get Don't be a customer, gettin' bucked for all your cheddar Once a John, twice a trick, should've known better, it ain't no love [Verse 11: Cell Block] For punks who pack unloaded pistols Then keep it plain and simple, you soft as Shirley Temple I take the gat from you and bust your whole shit out And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out your mouth [Verse 12: Bullet] They call my Doctor Loveless, ain't got no love for no other Then for your head and hot lead, about to make love to one another I'm lovin' no one, if you ain't a Ryda, bullets inside you And David Copperfuck couldn't hide you from the slugs [Verse 13: Converse] Caps spit, all fly hoes suck dick I got no love if you ain't tryin' fuck, bitch Trick, another motherfucker I got no love for radio DJs, your ma's a dicksucker [Verse 14: Full Clip] I got a full clip of these heatseekin' bullets with your name (Aw shit) You're about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim (Bitch) I already got front page newspaper fame Plus, this drink got me on this anti-love thing [Verse 15: Sawed Off] Only love I got is this gat in your back When I'm jackin' your track to make it ten times more phat What makes you think anybody was feelin' you? Shit, every time I see your ass, I think about killin' you! [Verse 16: Lil Shank] I got no love for your side, your side don't got no love back Ain't got no love for the haters, mad 'cause I'm holdin' a gat Ain't got no time for that chatter, man, you can kill all that mess I'm aimin' straight for your face, so fuck your Teflon vest [Verse 17: Cell Block] There ain't no love for the [?] addicted to my crack If they layin' on their deathbed, I'm still gettin' my money back No love for the family and fuck all their friends Best believe I'm gettin' my cheddar back up in the end [Verse 18: Bullet] Black trucks, we let you know we comin' with bumps That don't increase your chances, no way, when the shotgun pumps I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like fuck-ass pot roast [Chorus] 'Cause you a fuckass (Punk-ass fuckass!) In the fuckin' way of my cash (In the way of my money!) So it's you I blast (Ain't no love for no fuckass!) You a fuckass (Bitch!) In the fuckin' way of my cash (No love, motherfuckers!) So it's you I blast (I'll bullethole you, I'll funeral you) You a fuckass (Cover your nugget, bitch!) In the fuckin' way of my cash (Stay away from my cheddar!) So it's you I blast (You better get down and lay down, motherfucker!) You a fuckass (Bring it!) In the fuckin' way of my cash (You done fucked up now!) So it's you I blast Whatever's whatever! Rydas don't love!