Menace II Society movie

Menace II Society movie - Trigga Gots No Heart lyrics

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Song 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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