Menace II Society movie - Nigga Gots No Heart lyrics

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Song by Spice 1<br /><br>

A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga)<br>

[repeat]<br>

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[Verse 1]<br>

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I'm sick up in this game<br>

I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts &<br>

slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan<br>

Menace II Society muthafuckin' killer<br>

just call me the East Bay Gangsta<br>

I'm yo' real ass nigga<br>

Quick to make decisions & I'm<br>

quick to get my blast on<br>

Do a 187 with this muthafuckin' mask on<br>

Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis<br>

tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas<br>

Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers<br>

rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes<br>

I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey<br>

A-K blast on that ass if in my way, nigga<br>

slangin' 'Cola since the very very start<br>

much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart<br>

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Ain't no love bitch<br>

A nigga gots no heart<br>

[repeat]<br>

[gunshot]<br>

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[Verse 2]<br>

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Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga<br>

nina put a cease on his Timex ticker<br>

And uhh playas he can't give me no love<br>

'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto<br>

slangin' dub sacks<br>

and I duck when they fly by<br>

'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by<br>

caps peel from the gangstas in my hood<br>

ya better use that nina<br>

'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good<br>

and umm I'm taking up a hobby<br>

murdering muthafuckas & massacre robbery<br>

I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks<br>

I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back<br>

Much love in this game ain't no love nigga<br>

187 is a art 'cause a nigga gots no heart<br>

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Ain't no love bitch<br>

A nigga gots no heart<br>

Ain't no love bitch<br>

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Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up<br>

if he no give my pay<br>

Ain't no love bitch<br>

[repeat]<br>

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[Verse 3]<br>

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A nigga gots no heart<br>

& I'll be damned if I'm broke old<br>

pushin' on a shoppin cart<br>

They blast on a friend of me<br>

another sad case of a mistaken identity<br>

12 O' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back<br>

I sat & watched them shoot my nigga<br>

seen his face crack<br>

Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches<br>

a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers<br>

Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull<br>

Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full<br>

of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back<br>

I let my mail stack & let my hair platt<br>

But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart<br>

his posse came & them niggas had no heart<br>

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Me kill all man say kill all man say<br>

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock<br>

Kill all man say kill all man say<br>

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock<br>

Kill all man say kill all man say<br>

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock<br>

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Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man<br>

comin' at yo' ass wit no love<br>

Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man<br>

187 thousand G<br>

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