Nigga Gots No Heart Lyrics - Spice 1

A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga) 

[repeat] 

[Verse 1] 

I'm sick up in this game 

I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts & 

slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan 

Menace II Society muthafuckin' killer 

just call me the East Bay Gangsta 

I'm yo' real ass nigga 

Quick to make decisions & I'm 

quick to get my blast on 

Do a 187 with this muthafuckin' mask on 

Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis 

tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas 

Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers 

rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes 

I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey 

A-K blast on that ass if in my way, nigga 

slangin' 'Cola since the very very start 

much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart 

Ain't no love bitch 

A nigga gots no heart 

[repeat] 

[gunshot] 

[Verse 2] 

Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga 

nina put a cease on his Timex ticker 

And uhh playas he can't give me no love 

'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto 

slangin' dub sacks 

and I duck when they fly by 

'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by 

caps peel from the gangstas in my hood 

ya better use that nina 

'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good 

and umm I'm taking up a hobby 

murdering muthafuckas & massacre robbery 

I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks 

I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back 

Much love in this game ain't no love nigga 

187 is a art 'cause a nigga gots no heart 

Ain't no love bitch 

A nigga gots no heart 

Ain't no love bitch 

Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up 

if he no give my pay 

Ain't no love bitch 

[repeat] 

[Verse 3] 

A nigga gots no heart 

& I'll be damned if I'm broke old 

pushin' on a shoppin cart 

They blast on a friend of me 

another sad case of a mistaken identity 

12 O' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back 

I sat & watched them shoot my nigga 

seen his face crack 

Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches 

a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers 

Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull 

Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full 

of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back 

I let my mail stack & let my hair platt 

But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart 

his posse came & them niggas had no heart 

Me kill all man say kill all man say 

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock 

Kill all man say kill all man say 

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock 

Kill all man say kill all man say 

kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock 

Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man 

comin' at yo' ass wit no love 

Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man 

187 thousand G