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daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga - no love lyrics

[verse 1: jt the bigga figga]
man i devour emcees, spittin verses over trees
have a motherf-cker lookin for me overseas
turnin g’s to millions, the millions into billions
cuz i’m tryna make this sh-t happen for my children
the twins, got me on the hustle after ends
all in the wind and keep far from the pen
here we go again (go again) the hen’ got a n-gga tilted
bent like l-bone so the compet-tion quilted
i spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
f-ckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
you know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
so if ya next to me ya better be about it
to put yourself in jepordy cuz sh-t done got crowded
i can’t allow it, mob sh-t b-tch can’t live without it
somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
in my eyes, facin compet-tion we unseeable
i’m finna see a bid so please
man we can see the final finishes
my team; a lot like acid, leavin sh-t sizzlin
rockin straight jean suits and timberlands
with a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
we rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
b-tch! (b-tch!) b-tch.. (b-tch) ya know

[verse 2: the commisiona]
yeah
i just got off the private plane, doin a show with the big and tel
tired as h-ll, we happy to be back in pimp city
thinkin about the night before at the show
we had the whole party get low on the flo’
happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
got it locked now, keepin it locked down
n-ggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
i didn’t trip though, till i seen one of them n-ggas
slip this other n-gga a pistol
i called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
with the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
outta towners gl-ss ballers, and i guess some of these n-ggas flawless
he said, “no problem, i’ll be there in less than five whole minutes”
time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
after i got off the stage, n-ggas were scarin hoes with a p-n-s
n-gga believe this, i ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[verse 3: guce]
slidin in my two-thousand caddy
sweepin up the change from the block
when the glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
e-b-k, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
we ride southside, westcoast on mind
kiss the motherf-ckin fo’ five
hit him up mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
get paid mafia, shinin like diamonds
the cardier make a hoe stare
d-ck bustin through yo’ p-ssy hair
ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
blow a tree to maintain, do -ssault for petty change
money over b-tches, ridin on dubs, these b-tches
from highgrove to hittin switches
get paid, all about the cheddar, square–ss n-gga
hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha
split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
i’m that n-gga that you scared of!

[chorus: daz dillinger]
we live the life of thugs; slangin’ drugs and duckin’ slugs
on the block collectin’ knots, it ain’t no love
we tryna flip somethin’; like a drop benz, sittin’ on dubs
ridin’ low, flippin’ on b-tches, blowin’ on bud
we live the life of thugs; slangin’ drugs and duckin’ slugs
on the block collectin’ knots, it ain’t no love
we tryna flip somethin’; like a drop benz, sittin’ on dubs
ridin’ low, flippin’ on b-tches, blowin’ on bud
we live the life of thugs; slangin’ drugs and duckin’ slugs
on the block collectin’ knots, it ain’t no love
we tryna flip somethin’; like a drop benz, sittin’ on dubs
ridin’ low, flippin’ on b-tches, blowin’ on bud
we live the life of thugs; slangin’ drugs and duckin’ slugs
on the block collectin’ knots, it ain’t no love
we tryna flip somethin’; like a drop benz, sittin’ on dubs
ridin’ low, flippin’ on b-tches, blowin’ on bud

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga lyrics

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