A n***a gots no heart (a n***a a n***a)
[Repeat]
Verse 1
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf**in' shorts &
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' a** like Jordan
Menace II Society muthaf**in' k**er
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
I'm yo' real a** n***a
Quick to make decisions & I'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this muthaf**in' 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 a** if in my way, n***a
Slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so a n***a gots no heart
Ain't no love b**h
A n***a gots no heart
[Repeat]
(gunshot)
Verse 2
Release the trigga as I blast on a n***a
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 k**a 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 muthaf**as & ma**acre 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 n***a
187 is a art cause a n***a gots no heart
Ain't no love b**h
A n***a gots no heart
Ain't no love b**h
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love b**h
[Repeat]
Verse 3
A n***a 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 n***a
Seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these co*kroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen up in that n***a 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 n***as had no heart
Me k** all man say k** all man say
k** 'em all man k** 'em all with me Glock Glock
k** all man say k** all man say
k** 'em all man k** 'em all with me Glock Glock
k** all man say k** all man say
k** 'em all man k** 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man
Comin' at yo' a** wit no love
Blam! f** ya man p**yclot man
187 thousand G