Ain't No Love Lyrics - The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama - Real Live

(Ain't love in the heart of the city) --> Bobby Bland 

[ Verse 1 - Larry-O ] 

Gun claps erupt from the back alley way 

The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day 

Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn 

The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall 

I knew this kid cold out of luck 

No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up 

Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take 

I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape 

from the mental prison that I'm in 

I want to break out but I'm committin mad sins 

We got the city under siege, how 

Gang-land style, juveniles running wild 

Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die 

My man could've been a ball-player but he gettin' high 

It's dangerous out here, son 

'cause yo, the average motherfucker's living under the gun 

[ Verse 2 - Larry-O ] 

My peoples in the streets is dying, son 

Coke is a commodity and so is the gun 

It's time to cultivate a plan that's guaranteed to hit 

Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit 

My 9 to 5 ain't saying shit 

Niggaz' joints are too mean and hoes are too thick 

So now I gotta locate my click 

And rise to the top till the cream turn thick 

I'm working with rocks, lives are stopped 

Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks 

Undercover Rockefellas get paid 

Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made 

It's ill when you think about the plot 

When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked 

What's my attitude when I see a jake drop 

Buck, buck, buck and you don't stop 

[ Verse 3 - Larry-O ] 

No turning back now, progression can't stop 

It's like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block 

A kid got murdered for a ring 

Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing 

A warzone with gunfire sounds 

We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns 

Living conditions is out of order 

A shorty slaughtered her daughter 'cause she couldn't support her 

Yo, niggaz be making big bets 

Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts 

And little shorties on cellular phones 

Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome 

How long does the good shit last? 

Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast 

I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal 

I only live one way and that's motherfucking real