Artist: Spice 1
Album: 187 He Wrote *
Song: Trigga Gots No Heart
* also appears on the Menace II Society soundtrack
The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
[Repeat]
Verse 1
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no secondary shorts &
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man k**er
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
Neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to make decisions & I'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason 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, gangsta
Slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga 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
Maniac murderin' doin' 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 gangsta
187 is a art cause the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love trick
[Repeat]
Verse 3
The trigga 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 homey
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 in his body left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair platt & let my mail stack
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse came & they triggas 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
Is back in the house man for nine-trey
This here see k** a man wit me Glock
BLOW!! 187 thousand G