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dj quik - trigga gots no heart lyrics

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i’m sick up in this game, i’ll take no secondary shorts
and slam dunk these riddles up in yo’ chest like jordan
menace ii society mad man killer just call me the east bay gangsta
neighborhood drug dealer quik to make decisions
a i’m quick to get my blast on

do a 187 with this bl–dy jason mask on
rollin’ up out the cut deeper than atlantis
tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
now i gots mo’ mayo 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
a-k blast on that -ss if in my way, gangsta
slangin’ ‘cola since the very very start
much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart

ain’t no love trick
the trigga gots no heart

release the trigga as i blast on a n-gg-
nina put a cease on his timex ticker
and uh playas he can’t give me no love
’cause i’m stuck on the corna in the ghetto

slangin’ dub sacks and i duck when they fly by
’cause killa cali’ is the state for the drive-by
caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
ya better use that nina

’cause that deuce-deuce ain’t no good
and um i’m taking up a hobby
maniac murderin’ doin’ m-ssacre 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 gangsta
187 is a art ’cause the trigga gots no heart

ain’t no love trick
the trigga gots no heart
ain’t no love trick

me shootin’ him up, me shootin’ him up
if he no give my pay
ain’t no love trick

the trigga gots no heart and i’ll be d-mned if i’m broke old
pushin’ on a shoppin’ cart they blast on a friend of me
another sad case of a mistaken ident-ty
12 o’ clock and my ‘hood’s dubbin’ pay back

i sat and watched them shoot my homey seen his face crack
uzi’s spray like raid on these c-ckroaches
a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
doin’ dirt ’cause we dirty when the trigga 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 plat and let my mail stack
but my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart
his posse came and they triggas had no heart

me kill all man say kill all man say
kill ’em all, man kill ’em all with me glock glock
kill all man say kill all man say
kill ’em all, man kill ’em all with me glock glock
kill all man say kill all man say
kill ’em all, man kill ’em all with me glock glock

- dj quik lyrics

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