Текст песни Spice 1 - Menace II Society soundtrack
Spice 1 - Menace II Society soundtrack слова песни
A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga)Verse 1I`m sick up in this gameI`ll take no muthafuckin` shorts &slam dunk these riddles up in yo` ass like JordanMenace II Society muthafuckin` killerjust call me the East Bay GangstaI`m yo` real ass niggaQuick to make decisions & I`mquick to get my blast onDo a 187 with this muthafuckin` mask onRollin` up out the cut deeper than Atlantistore his chest apart left his heart on the canvasNow I gots mo` mayo than the rest of the pushersrat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushesI blast with no heart `cause I`m heartless in nine-treyA-K blast on that ass if in my way, niggaslangin` `Cola since the very very startmuch love for this game so a nigga gots no heartAin`t no love bitchA nigga gots no heart(gunshot)Verse 2Release the trigga as I blast on a nigganina put a cease on his Timex tickerAnd uhh playas he can`t give me no love`cause I`m stuck on the corna in the ghettoslangin` dub sacksand I duck when they fly by`cause Killa Cali` is the state for the drive-bycaps peel from the gangstas in my hoodya better use that nina`cause that deuce-deuce ain`t no goodand umm I`m taking up a hobbymurdering muthafuckas & massacre robberyI`m twenty-two & I`m still slangin` dub sacksI gives the fiend some love but ain`t no love backMuch love in this game ain`t no love nigga187 is a art `cause a nigga gots no heartAin`t no love bitchA nigga gots no heartAin`t no love bitchMe shootin` him up me shootin` him upif he no give my payAin`t no love bitchVerse 3A nigga gots no heart& I`ll be damned if I`m broke oldpushin` on a shoppin cartThey blast on a friend of meanother sad case of a mistaken identity12 O` clock & my `hood`s dubbin` pay backI sat & watched them shoot my niggaseen his face crackUzis spray like Raid on these cockroachesa dropped bomb full of 187 soldiersDoin` dirt `cause we dirty when the trigga pullSeventeen up in that nigga left his body fullof hollow tips so I know he won`t be comin` backI let my mail stack & let my hair plattBut my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tarthis posse came & them niggas had no heartMe kill all man say kill all man saykill `em all man kill `em all with me Glock GlockKill all man say kill all man saykill `em all man kill `em all with me Glock GlockKill all man say kill all man saykill `em all man kill `em all with me Glock GlockYeah mon blam! The 187 fact mancomin` at yo` ass wit no loveBlam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man187 thousand G