K-Rino - No Love lyrics

[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]