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spice 1 - nigga gots no heart (long break ride) lyrics

[intro]
a n+gga, a n+gga
a n+gga, a n+gga
a n+gga, a n+gga
a n+gga, a n+gga

[verse 1]
i’m sick up in this game, i’ll take no motherf+ckin’ shorts, and
slam dunk these bullets up in yo’ ass like jordan
menace ii society, motherf+ckin’ k!ller
just call me the east bay gangsta, i’m your real+ass n+gga
quick to make decisions, and i’m quick to get my blast on
do a 187 with this motherf+ckin’ 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, n+gga
slangin’ ‘cola since the very, very start
much love for this game, so a n+gga gots no heart

[chorus]
ain’t no love, b+tch (a n+gga, a n+gga)
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch (a n+gga, a n+gga)
a n+gga gots no heart
+gunshot+
[verse 2]
release the trigger, as i blast on a n+gga
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 k!lla+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’ motherf+ckers, 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, n+gga
187 is a art, ’cause a n+gga gots no heart

[chorus]
ain’t no love, b+tch (a n+gga)
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch (a n+gga, a n+gga)
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
me shootin’ ’em up, me shootin’ ’em up
if he don’t give me my pay+ah (my pay+ah)
ain’t no love, b+tch
me shootin’ ’em up, me shootin’ ’em up
if he don’t give me my pay+ah (my pay+ah)
ain’t no love, b+tch
[bridge]
yeah, motherf+cker
comin’ at your ass with no love
from the 187+fac
check it in

[refrain]
a n+gga, a n+gga
a n+gga, a n+gga
a n+gga, a n+gga

[verse 3]
a n+gga 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 identity
12 o’clock in my hood, it’s the big payback
i sat and watched them shoot my n+gga, 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 trigger pull
seventeen in his body, left the n+gga 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 n+ggas had no heart
[outro]
ain’t no love, b+tch
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
your n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
your n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
you n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
you n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
a n+gga gots no heart
ain’t no love, b+tch
your n+gga gots—

- spice 1 lyrics

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