LEATHAFASE - Where's Ya Heart At lyrics

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Where's Ya Heart At / Leathafase[Chorus: Leathafase, (INF-Black)]Show me where ya heart is atYou don't want no parts of that(Drug hustle, Gun bust'n)(Niggas stop front'n, You don't want nothing)Show me where ya heart is atYou don't want no parts of that(Gun bust'n, Drug hustle)(Niggas stop front'n, You don't want nothing)[Leathafase]Ayo, It's 50/50 love, I had a grudge with GodWhy's my life so hard, I've been mentally scarredI done committed many sins, And I'm guilty as chargedGun on my waist, Weed by the ankle, I'm filthy in the carYou keep grill'n me from far, Wanna spill me on the tarWomen conceal me in the bed, They wanna feel me, I'm hardLove my heart is made of brick, Wet cement when I spitStand in the lane of fire and get your chest plate chippedStripped of your vital organs, A homicidal performanceWhen I'm live on stage every page read what the Bible offersThe Taurus is on, Cocked, This is never gone stopSecurity got foreign Chinese machine guns with the stockI'm the shotgun, The block, Your rocked on the spotChop rock, Glock bigger then Flavor Flav's clockYour body stop, Market drop soon as the cartridge popLeave'n enemies dropping, A feeding frenzy for the sharks[Chorus][INF-Black]Yo, Straight out the slums, I learned new ways to get crumbsThen they turn to cake, Rising numbers, I'm on the runI'm outta state, Shake'n jake with two gunsCan't conversate, How the barrel scraped your son in the staircaseStick him for his flannel, Left em pale faceI'm done, Escape with your heart's wouldn't dare chaseI'm laced, Guzzle Henny with the beer chaseIncase, I got gotta nut heavyGood and plenty, Small waist is what I likeGive it to her real good, We could do it all nightFor this paper I'm in the hood tell'n fiends they priceShovel'n victims for they ice in this wild life of crimeStars, Jack'n cars for a fresh pair of Nike'sAnd the cash in the cash drawerEat what you want nigga, You get what you ask forForty cal hollow tips'll skip through your glass jawSwallowing the spit, If it's war it's war[Chorus][Kawz]I bet my hammerless thirty-eight'll set em straightLet a nigga violate, Try me I'ma catch you at a later dateRatchet in your face, Now you hesitateStuttering your words, You fucking herbsYou better get it straightBefore this money leave your body in a lakeHalf of yalls fake how many shells from a shotty can you takeNiggas survive, You'll probably run behind me and tell jakeDon't remind me that he tried me or I'll punch you in the faceFor the cheddar leave your whole sweater laceI'm ducking the charges, They call me heartlessBut regardless put his ass in a better placeGave his girl mouth a better tasteShe a head case, All she eat is nut inside her faceFront on me I got this gun up on my waistAnd my llama goes off, Turning dudes into barbeque sauceThe obvious choice, Ride with the boys, Ride with your toysStay with a weapon to stay on point, This is the joint[Chorus]