Trigga Gots No Heart

Lyrics

[Intro] The trigger gots no heart (The trigger, the trigger) The trigger gots no heart (The trigger, the trigger) [Verse 1] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no secondary shorts and Slam dunk these bullets up in yo' chest like Jordan Menace II Society, mad man killer Just call me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer Quick to make decisions, and I'm quick to get my blast on Do a 187 with this bloody Jason 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, gangster Slangin' 'Cola since the very, very start Much love for this game, so the trigger gots no heart [Chorus] Ain't no love, trick (The trigger, the trigger) The trigger gots no heart Ain't no love, trick (The trigger, the trigger) The trigger gots no heart *gunshot* [Verse 2] Release the trigger as I perv off the liquor 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 Maniac murder, and doin' 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, gangster 187 is a art, 'cause the trigger gots no heart [Chorus] (The trigger, trigger) Ain't no love, trick The trigger gots no heart Ain't no love, trick Me shootin' 'em up, me shootin' 'em up If he don't give me my pay-ah (My pay-ah) Ain't no love, trick Me shootin' 'em up, me shootin' 'em up If he don't give me my pay-ah (My pay-ah) Ain't no love, trick [Verse 3] The trigger 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 homie, 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 in his body, left the boy full Of hollow tips, so I know he won't be comin' back I let my hair platt, and let my mail stack But my sweet, sweet son they had to turn tart His posse came, and the triggers had no heart [Outro] Blaow Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (The trigger, the trigger) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (The trigger, the trigger) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock Me kill all man, say, kill all man, say (The trigger, the trigger) Kill 'em all, kill all men with me Glock Glock Yeah, man, blaow (The trigger, the trigger) The 187 Fac is back in the house, man For nine-trey Me say, me kill all men with me Glock Blaow 187-thousand, G