Nigga Gots No Heart

Lyrics

[Intro] A nigga gots no heart (A nigga, a nigga) A nigga gots no heart (A nigga, a nigga) [Verse 1] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no motherfuckin' shorts and Slam dunk these bullets up in yo' ass like Jordan Menace II Society, motherfuckin' killer Just call me the East Bay Gangsta, I'm your real ass nigga Quick to make decisions, and I'm quick to get my blast on Do a 187 with this motherfuckin' mask on Rollin' up out the cut, deeper than Atlantis Tore his chest apart, left his heart on the canvas Now I gots more mail than the rest of the pushers Rat-a-tat-tat-tat came my TEC from the bushes I blast with no heart, 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga Slangin' 'Cola since the very, very start Much love for this game, so a nigga gots no heart [Chorus] Ain't no love, bitch (A nigga) A nigga gots no heart Ain't no love, bitch (A nigga) A nigga gots no heart *gunshot* [Verse 2] Release the trigger as I blast on a nigga Nina put a cease on his Timex ticker, and the Prayers he can give mean no love 'Cause I'm stuck on the corner, in the ghetto slangin' dub sacks And I duck when they fly by 'Cause Killa-Cali' is the state for the drive-by Caps peeled from the gangsters in my hood You better use that nina Cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good, and, uhm I'm takin' up a hobby Murderin' motherfuckers and massacre robbery I'm twenty-two, and I'm still slangin' dub sacks I gives the fiend some love, but ain't no love back Much love in this game, ain't no love, nigga 187 is a art, 'cause a nigga gots no heart [Chorus] (A nigga, a nigga) Ain't no love, bitch A nigga gots no heart Ain't no love, bitch (A nigga, a nigga) A nigga gots no heart Ain't no love, bitch Me shootin' 'em up, me shootin' 'em up If he don't give me my pay-ah (My pay-ah) Ain't no love, bitch Me shootin' 'em up, me shootin' 'em up If he don't give me my pay-ah (My pay-ah) Ain't no love, bitch [Verse 3] A nigga gots no heart And I'll be damned if I'm broke, old, pushin' on a shoppin' cart They blast on a friend of me Another sad case of a mistaken identity 12 o'clock in my hood, it's the big payback I sat and watched them shoot my nigga, seen his face crack Uzi's spray like Raid on these cockroaches A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers Doin' dirt, 'cause we dirty when the trigger pull Seventeen up in that nigga, left his body full Of hollow tips, so I know he won't be comin' back I let my mail stack, and let my hair platt But my sweet, sweet son, they had to turn tart His posse came and them niggas had no heart [Outro] Blaow Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (A nigga, a nigga) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock (A nigga, a nigga) Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (A nigga, a nigga) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock (A nigga, a nigga) Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (A nigga, a nigga) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock (A nigga, a nigga) Yeah, man, blaow The 187 Fac, man, at your ass, with no love For nine-trey Me say me kill all men with me Glock Blaow Fuck the man, pussyclot, man 187-thousand, G