Conejo - Ain't No Love In My Heart lyrics

What's up homies, naw, f** that foo That foo need to get shot on sight For real though, he over here, instigating sh** And in the end, he's always apologizing breaking it down, trying to talk his way out of it Naw that foo's time's up, check it Drive with me, and rob this cats Muthuf**ers go hard someone bout to get stabbed That's underworld travel, in ah body bag Communicate with the disease, ah c**aine pin In this nocturnal hours sercerition man With his ski mask boy congregations get panicked Ah fortune telling, ese future events While living in the seat where no one repents I presence, all you dead a** guru Foo every last one got hit typhoon Get me ah spoon, with the puddle of tar So I can get busy like electric guitars So watch how you come cus I've become Ah tata with ah prendas spit Jamaican rum Wo, you know you f**ed up right Ese fulla on the firma ah religious pray Ain't no love in my heart if you wait from the park I'll pull up on your corner all you see is the spark From the pistol, the blood just trickle I hit you in the chest and the bullets just k**ed you Ain't no love in my heart, for none of this lames They get clapped in the back for their weak a** ways No games, got him what he deserves Ese I'ma flow bout it as I toke that herb Too many cases, but the buddha still green Ese money still stacking but you know the routine I'm raw cut, and I show no mercy But this hating muthuf**ers wanna try to curse me Demonology, roam through the men Showing up at your door if your a** persist The snake hiss, when it face infliction Stay loaded all the time flow on h**n addiction I'm wilding, silent but violent The ninas stay tuck only I could find it The lights blinded, as I glide through the hood Homie same f**ing corner 20 years I stood My conjuration, that raise the prices LA is my town ain't no breaking off slices Todo miro, the thought conveyor C Mac-11, the ill rhyme saor Ain't no love in my heart if you wait from the park I'll pull up on your corner all you see is the spark From the pistol, the blood just trickle I hit you in the chest and the bullets just k**ed you Ain't no love in my heart, for none of this lames They get clapped in the back for their weak a** ways No games, got him what he deserves Ese I'ma flow bout it as I toke that herb You ah clown a** muthuf**er, serio, abrete ala verga