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Amirakami Publishing - Nigga Gots No Heart Street Ride Lyrics

[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 vеry, very start
Much love for this game, so a nigga gots no hеart

[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]
Ain't no love, bitch
A nigga gots no heart (A nigga, a nigga)
Ain't no love, bitch
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 fucked 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 the boy full
Of hollow tips, so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my mail stack, and keep my hair platt
But my sweet, sweet, son, they had to turn tart
His posse came, and them niggas had no heart
[Outro]
Ain't no love, bitch
Them niggas had no heart
Ain't no love, bitch
The nigga had no heart
Ain't no love, bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love, bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love, bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love, bitch
A nigga gots—