Song | Trigga Gots No Heart |
Artist | Spice 1 |
Album | Best Of Spice 1 |
* 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 |