Nigga Gots No Heart

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Spice 1

Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums. more »

Year:

1992

3:07

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A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga) 

[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 
 
(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 
 
[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! F*ck ya man Pussyclot man 
187 thousand G

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