Menace II Society movie - Trigga Gots No Heart lyrics
rate meSong by Spice 1<br /><br>
Verse 1 <br>
I'm sick up in this game <br>
I'll take no secondary shorts & <br>
slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan <br>
Menace II Society mad man killer <br>
just call me the East Bay Gangsta <br>
neighborhood drug dealer <br>
Quick to make decisions & I'm <br>
quick to get my blast on <br>
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason 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, gangsta <br>
slangin' 'Cola since the very very start <br>
much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart <br>
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Ain't no love trick <br>
The trigga gots no heart <br>
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(gunshot) <br>
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Verse 2 <br>
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>
maniac murderin' doin' 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 gangsta <br>
187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart <br>
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Ain't no love trick <br>
The trigga gots no heart <br>
Ain't no love trick <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 trick <br>
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Verse 3 <br>
The trigga 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 homey <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 in his body left the boy full <br>
of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back <br>
I let my hair platt & let my mail stack <br>
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart <br>
his posse came & they triggas 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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