[Intro]
Yeah, puttin' the whole city on blast on this one. Ain't no love, ain't no love. Time to hurt some feelings. Feel it
[Hook]
Ain't no love in this city I live
Nothin' but haters in this game, it's all take and no give, listen
Ain't no love in this city I'm from
You hoes wanted controversy now I'm givin' you some
[Verse 1]
Game is f**ed up, time for the city to get took back
Weak rappers are made to look good, good rappers are made to look whack
In H-Town, boys be yellin' they cold
Claimin' sk**s, signin' bad deals, and sellin' they soul
The real truth is, man Houston we got
Mostly past-prime played-out artists that used to be hot
I'll throw myself in that, you could put my name on the list
But yet and still I murdered every man that came in my midst
I never understood how a artist can drop
A hard first album then every CD after that flop
Stepped in the mainstream, then went Hollywood
Then one sh**ty album later you was back in the hood
Up in your mama's house, tryin' to salvage your name
But it ain't the same, no more cabbage and fame
Some of you hoes are radio hot, but in sk**s you not
I'll mob yo a** on the street, f** the deal that you got
Listen
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Now straight up hood hits is all that K-Rino spits
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm still on some f**-the-radio sh**
But what's a trip to me, is how the hell MTV
Can do a Houston show and not mention the SPC
Now all you hatin' hoes, understand my position
It ain't about us bein' seen, it's just the principle, listen
We pioneered the Houston rap landscape in Nine-One
Other than Rap-A-Lot, what clique came before us? Find one
See there's the problem now, you rappers too fame
No respect for history, you hoes just jump in the game
Thinkin' you know it all, but I'll expose it well
Think to yourself, how many Houston rappers rose and fell?
If they done watched the winners, the business couldn't exploit 'em
They could study mistakes others made and avoid 'em
But to my real soldiers, y'all already know
I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face, and Zero
Now club DJs, and ones with radio shows
This the year the SPC start back snatchin' you hoes
Y'all too comfortable, so now I'm grabbin' my mask
I catch you slippin', I'ma disfigure your arrogant a**
And f** the bootleggers, and if you see one, bust
Burn and sendin' our sh**, makin' more paper than us
And mixtape rappers, it's cool to get hot in the streets
But sooner or later, y'all need to use your own damn beats, listen
[Hook]