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Allen Hughes - 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