CAMOFLAUGE - No Love lyrics

rate me

Livin in the ghetto ain't nothin nice

over dollar bets and dice niggas lose they life

ain't that shife

but shit thats how the ghetto is

my uncle just got out served the whole 10 year bid

little kids in the ghetto wit no shoes on

goin to they friends house cause momma ain't got no food at home

and they say that ???

I felt UGK when they said one day you here and the next you gone

this here for Mo man Sticky Wood and Zach

cant forget about Shorty my cousin Maurice Tel Fair and Black

ain't gonna bring em back

slangin crack to eat

sippin yay and blowin sweets

jackin D-boy for they ain't gonna try to get on our feet

now thats deep

nah dawg thats just the way it is

its too late to save us but we gotta save these kids

I got niggas in the pen who ain't never comin home

and I got niggas in the cemetery layin alone

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cause ain't no love in the ghetto (ain't no love in the ghetto)

it ain't nothin but pain (ain't no love in the ghetto)

I drink henn and blow jane (ain't no love in the ghetto)

to keep from goin insane (ain't no love in the ghetto)

So much drama my own momma think I'm crazy

I give her a hug and a kiss and tell her to pray for her baby

cause when I walk out this door I don't know if I'm comin back

cause these days people kill over crack

you feel that

these streets ain't safe man I ain't tellin no lie

look at the news and you can see it wit your own 2 eyes

these ghetto wars and these ghetto stars

got young niggas behind bars

prayin to the lord

dear lord could you help me in this situation

niggas pull them shakes and other niggas bleed like they menestratin

incarceration, playa hatin, money, hoes, drugs

be the 5 reasons that we lose so many young thugs

fightin in clubs

killin each other over drugs

and sometimes niggas lose they life just because

so what

we gota try to make a change

rearrange the game

take the strain off my mother fuckin brain

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These ghetto blocks be heated

and these glocks be needed

to try to deal wit the stress

daddy I'm drunk and weeded

my cousin locked up in a fed camp

and they done cut his baby momma off for food stamps

cause ain't no love it

just crimes and drugs in it

guns and thugs in it

out there tryna get it

they say that money is the root of all evil

but the root of all evil is the only thing that feedin my people

drug deals goin sour

niggas takin blood showers

rather have money and power

than to live like a coward

so we hustle

gotta use our mind work out muscle

try to make it through this mother fuckin struggle

because the life we live is oh so crazy and shady

our ladies havin abortions and they killin our babies

but I can't blame em

that no good nigga done left

told lies to get between them thighs no he ain't there

ain't no love

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