Willie Evans Jr. - No Love lyrics

"What the worrrrld needs now, is looove sweet looove It's the only thing, that there's just, too little of" {*echoes to fade*} [Rasco] Yeah, uhh, show 'em no love [Intro] When these brothers try to get out of line When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love When these brothers try to test your crew When these n***as try to sh** on you, show 'em no love We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love When they try to get down, show 'em no love [Rasco] Aiyyo it's Dick Swan' back in the flesh, back to win Now where a track stand, it lead in the PAC-10 (ha) You can tell by the look in my eye Dudes better not give it a try, here's why I (what) bump the hardest, dump your garbage If your tracks ain't tight I make 'em bump regardless It's the marksman, hittin your targets Give 'em one shot clean in places that's unseen (blaow) What's wrong with the world today? I just want my little girl to play, let her find her way That's why I'm on the grind today Never havin no time to play, a brother got rhymes to say (Yeah) I got bills to pay I know you cats wanna know why I feel this way Cause the man got us locked down, we gotta put it to a stop now Hey let's burn this whole place down [Hook] When these brothers try to get out of line When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love When these brothers try to test your crew When these n***as try to sh** on you, show 'em no love When these brothers really get off track Try to talk sh** behind your back, show 'em no love We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love When they try to get down, show 'em no love [Rasco] Yo, I rock heavy handed Go to your face at a pace with the intent to do heavy damage They just couldn't stand it, man they had to test But you n***as never had to press Nobody knows who your clique is, but I tell you what the trick is (What?) Ride the next n***a dick kid See if these cats can sell your name With enough pub maybe they can swell your brain To hell with fame (yeah) that was never the need At my own pace settin the speed, checkin the feed Give me one second to breathe, man I have your whole mouth taped up Paralyzed from the waist up But I gotta stay laced up, with the fresh gear Guess you gotta get it next year Get it clear man, this is never a joke I know cats still sellin the smoke, aiyyo [Hook] [Rasco] I give 'em nothin they can cling to Like fastballs on the swing-through; aiyyo I didn't really mean to Most have known I'm postin strong 'Til cats had to ask what the f** is wrong f** your song (damn!) Man your bars is weak I'll be out givin scars to cheeks, hard to speak Bring me the hardest beats, start settlin in Watch Ras start wearin 'em thin Like, melted ice you felt it twice Bet a joint like this never felt this nice I paid the price (yeah) spent a lot of time lookin for chips Still cookin up marvelous sh** Yo, peace to A's, we flipped the page Have you run around yellin out "Jesus saves," yeah Look above, you dudes is scrubs When these n***as really try to get down show 'em no love [Hook]