3.No Heart No Love(Clean Version)
Once again
You do wrong, wrong will follow (always)
That's real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business
Hook：
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love (x 4)
What you sayin' nigga？ What you sayin' nigga？
What you sayin' nigga now？ What you sayin' nigga？
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love
I'll tell you what time, don't play with my bread
Nigga you do, they gonna find you as they
Body and joint, and start to your lain
Take on your mouth, a hole in your head
Funny some dope let the nigga in dead
How you gonna pay me？ Nigga don't swear
Dues on deck, you know what's next
Sinner to your house, now it's time take a left.
Now you're in our box nigga causing affair
Hollow point and butt shots, all in your neck
Told you about playin' with a nigga like that
Now you found gonna visit you, payin' they was best
Tell you one time, don't play with my money
Sold out my dope, now you're running our stunt
All in the monsk play the money in your wallet
Nigga must think, he don't owe me nothing
nigga must think I forgot about mine
he pressed ignore when I caught his line
I'ma play cool like everything fine
Catch you coming home, land down with the knife.
Hook：
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love (x 4)
What you sayin' nigga？ What you sayin' nigga？
What you sayin' nigga now？ What you sayin' nigga？
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got
no love
Bang-bang shoot em up, these niggas don't give a f＊ck
Hundred upon you and ball day, pull them guns out, shoot you up
.. life over life green, kill a nigga over soft white
You ain't familiar, don't come here
And if you do better walk life,
Our .. is a nightmare, hold my size, now fair the crooger
Niggas ain't got shit to lose, shooter out like rest to movin'
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga 'bout hundred ain't
got no love
These niggas ain't wearin' no mask in and these niggas ain't
wearin' no love
These niggas don't fight no more, f＊ck taking the high road
Little homie 'bout 16, bustin' gun his eyes closed
F＊ck with all that gangsta talk, know you ain't 'bout that life
Put the heaters on your ass, bet you come up off that ice
No business, no business, no business, no business
50 shots, clearest bitch I'm like a tornado
Two choppas, who identical call the cane the neighbor
Where we fade, we're grippin' in my stash like a soup later
Roll upon the shot, I'm in his head, bust it to made up
You niggas get high on the shit like there hold your nuts
I'll shut gun glass till your stomach bitch, hold your guts
You say you gain affiliated is to keep cuts
And when them bullets get the popp they don't get no f＊ck
Money rules everything and we got the cash
Pay your home is one bag, to blow up your ass
Kidnap your f＊ck your resident no mask no lie
If he I, turn your body and punch your dopes don't be a..
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