Spice 1 - Nigga Gots No Heart Lyrics

a Nigga Gots No Heart (a Nigga A Nigga)
[repeat]

[verse 1]

i`m Sick Up In This Game
i`ll Take No Muthafuckin` Shorts &
slam Dunk These Riddles Up In Yo` Ass Like Jordan
menace Ii Society Muthafuckin` Killer
just Call Me The East Bay Gangsta
i`m Yo` Real Ass Nigga
quick To Make Decisions & I`m
quick To Get My Blast On
do A 187 With This Muthafuckin` Mask On
rollin` Up Out The Cut Deeper Than Atlantis
tore His Chest Apart Left His Heart On The Canvas
now I Gots Mo` Mayo Than The Rest Of The Pushers
rat A Tat Tat Tat Came My Tec From The Bushes
i Blast With No Heart `cause I`m Heartless In Nine-trey
a-k Blast On That Ass If In My Way, Nigga
slangin` `cola Since The Very Very Start
much Love For This Game So A Nigga Gots No Heart

ain`t No Love Bitch
a Nigga Gots No Heart
[repeat]
[gunshot]

[verse 2]

release The Trigga As I Blast On A Nigga
nina Put A Cease On His Timex Ticker
and Uhh Playas He Can`t Give Me No Love
`cause I`m Stuck On The Corna In The Ghetto
slangin` Dub Sacks
and I Duck When They Fly By
`cause Killa Cali` Is The State For The Drive-by
caps Peel From The Gangstas In My Hood
ya Better Use That Nina
`cause That Deuce-deuce Ain`t No Good
and Umm I`m Taking Up A Hobby
murdering Muthafuckas & Massacre Robbery
i`m Twenty-two & I`m Still Slangin` Dub Sacks
i Gives The Fiend Some Love But Ain`t No Love Back
much Love In This Game Ain`t No Love Nigga
187 Is A Art `cause A Nigga Gots No Heart

ain`t No Love Bitch
a Nigga Gots No Heart
ain`t No Love Bitch

me Shootin` Him Up Me Shootin` Him Up
if He No Give My Pay
ain`t No Love Bitch
[repeat]

[verse 3]

a Nigga Gots No Heart
& I`ll Be Damned If I`m Broke Old
pushin` On A Shoppin Cart
they Blast On A Friend Of Me
another Sad Case Of A Mistaken Identity
12 O` Clock & My `hood`s Dubbin` Pay Back
i Sat & Watched Them Shoot My Nigga
seen His Face Crack
uzis Spray Like Raid On These Cockroaches
a Dropped Bomb Full Of 187 Soldiers
doin` Dirt `cause We Dirty When The Trigga Pull
seventeen Up In That Nigga Left His Body Full
of Hollow Tips So I Know He Won`t Be Comin` Back
i Let My Mail Stack & Let My Hair Platt
but My Sweet Sweet Sunday Had To Turn Tart
his Posse Came & Them Niggas Had No Heart

me Kill All Man Say Kill All Man Say
kill `em All Man Kill `em All With Me Glock Glock
kill All Man Say Kill All Man Say
kill `em All Man Kill `em All With Me Glock Glock
kill All Man Say Kill All Man Say
kill `em All Man Kill `em All With Me Glock Glock

yeah Mon Blam! The 187 Fact Man
comin` At Yo` Ass Wit No Love
blam! Fuck Ya Man Pussyclot Man
187 Thousand G