Juicy J

Juicy J - No Heart No Love lyrics

rate me

(feat Project Pat)

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

[Hook:]

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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