A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga)
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Verse 1
Iand'm sick up in this game
Iand'll take no muthafuckinand' shorts and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yoand' ass like jordan
Menace ii society muthafuckinand' killer
Just call me the east bay gangsta
Iand'm yoand' real ass nigga
Quick to make decisions and iand'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this muthafuckinand' mask on
Rollinand' up out the cut deeper than atlantis
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now i gots moand' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart and'cause iand'm heartless in nine-trey
A-k blast on that ass if in my way, nigga
Slanginand' and'cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart
Ainand't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
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(gunshot)
Verse 2
Release the trigga as i blast on a nigga
Nina put a cease on his timex ticker
And uhh playas he canand't give me no love
and'cause iand'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
Slanginand' dub sacks
And i duck when they fly by
and'cause killa caliand' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya better use that nina
and'cause that deuce-deuce ainand't no good
And umm iand'm taking up a hobby
Murdering muthafuckas and massacre robbery
Iand'm twenty-two and iand'm still slanginand' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ainand't no love back
Much love in this game ainand't no love nigga
187 is a art and'cause a nigga gots no heart
Ainand't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ainand't no love bitch
Me shootinand' him up me shootinand' him up
If he no give my pay
Ainand't no love bitch
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Verse 3
A nigga gots no heart
and iand'll be damned if iand'm broke old
Pushinand' on a shoppin cart
They blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 oand' clock and my and'hoodand's dubbinand' pay back
I sat and watched them shoot my nigga
Seen his face crack
Uzis spray like raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doinand' dirt and'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full
Of hollow tips so i know he wonand't be cominand' back
I let my mail stack and let my hair platt
But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart
His posse came and them niggas had no heart
Me kill all man say kill all man say
Kill and'em all man kill and'em all with me glock glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill and'em all man kill and'em all with me glock glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill and'em all man kill and'em all with me glock glock
Yeah mon blam! the 187 fact man
Cominand' at yoand' ass wit no love
Blam! fuck ya man pussyclot man
187 thousand g
