Trigga Gots No Heart Lyrics
| Song | Trigga Gots No Heart |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | MENACE II SOCIETY |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| * also appears on the menace ii society soundtrack | |
| The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga) | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I'm sick up in this game | |
| I'll take no secondary shorts & | |
| Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like jordan | |
| Menace ii society mad man killer | |
| Just call me the east bay gangsta | |
| Neighborhood drug dealer | |
| Quick to make decisions & i'm | |
| Quick to get my blast on | |
| Do a 187 with this bloody jason 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, gangsta | |
| Slangin' 'cola since the very very start | |
| Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain't no love trick | |
| The trigga 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 | |
| Maniac murderin' doin' 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 gangsta | |
| 187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain't no love trick | |
| The trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain't no love trick | |
| Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up | |
| If he no give my pay | |
| Ain't no love trick | |
| Verse 3 | |
| The trigga 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 homey | |
| 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 in his body left the boy full | |
| Of hollow tips so i know he won't be comin' back | |
| I let my hair platt & let my mail stack | |
| But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart | |
| His posse came & they triggas 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 | |
| Is back in the house man for nine-trey | |
| This here see kill a man wit me glock | |
| Blow!! 187 thousand g |
| also appears on the menace ii society soundtrack | |
| The trigga gots no heart the trigga a trigga | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m sick up in this game | |
| I' ll take no secondary shorts | |
| Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like jordan | |
| Menace ii society mad man killer | |
| Just call me the east bay gangsta | |
| Neighborhood drug dealer | |
| Quick to make decisions i' m | |
| Quick to get my blast on | |
| Do a 187 with this bloody jason 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 ninetrey | |
| Ak blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta | |
| Slangin' ' cola since the very very start | |
| Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| The trigga 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 driveby | |
| Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood | |
| Ya better use that nina | |
| ' cause that deucedeuce ain' t no good | |
| And umm i' m taking up a hobby | |
| Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery | |
| I' m twentytwo 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 gangsta | |
| 187 is a art ' cause the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| The trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up | |
| If he no give my pay | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| Verse 3 | |
| The trigga 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 homey | |
| 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 in his body left the boy full | |
| Of hollow tips so i know he won' t be comin' back | |
| I let my hair platt let my mail stack | |
| But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart | |
| His posse came they triggas 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 | |
| Is back in the house man for ninetrey | |
| This here see kill a man wit me glock | |
| Blow!! 187 thousand g |
| also appears on the menace ii society soundtrack | |
| The trigga gots no heart the trigga a trigga | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m sick up in this game | |
| I' ll take no secondary shorts | |
| Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like jordan | |
| Menace ii society mad man killer | |
| Just call me the east bay gangsta | |
| Neighborhood drug dealer | |
| Quick to make decisions i' m | |
| Quick to get my blast on | |
| Do a 187 with this bloody jason 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 ninetrey | |
| Ak blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta | |
| Slangin' ' cola since the very very start | |
| Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| The trigga 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 driveby | |
| Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood | |
| Ya better use that nina | |
| ' cause that deucedeuce ain' t no good | |
| And umm i' m taking up a hobby | |
| Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery | |
| I' m twentytwo 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 gangsta | |
| 187 is a art ' cause the trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| The trigga gots no heart | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up | |
| If he no give my pay | |
| Ain' t no love trick | |
| Verse 3 | |
| The trigga 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 homey | |
| 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 in his body left the boy full | |
| Of hollow tips so i know he won' t be comin' back | |
| I let my hair platt let my mail stack | |
| But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart | |
| His posse came they triggas 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 | |
| Is back in the house man for ninetrey | |
| This here see kill a man wit me glock | |
| Blow!! 187 thousand g |
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