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The trigga no heart
(The a trigga)
The gots no heart
(The a trigga)

I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no secondary and
dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II society mad man
call me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to decisions and I'm quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 this bloody Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut than Atlantis
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the
Now I gots mo' than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec the bushes
I blast with no heart I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on ass if in my way, gangsta
Slangin' 'Cola since the very start
Much love for this so the trigga gots no heart

Ain't no trick
The trigga no heart
Ain't no trick
The gots no heart

Release the trigga as I on a nigga
put a cease on his Timex ticker
And uhh, playas he can't give me no
'Cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by 'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the
Caps peel from the in my hood
Ya better use that nina 'cause that ain't no good
And umm, I'm taking up a
Maniac murderin' doin' massacre
I'm twenty-two and I'm slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love
love in this game ain't no love gangsta
187 is a art the trigga gots no heart

Ain't no love
The trigga gots no
Ain't no trick

Me him up me shootin' him up
If he no my pay
Ain't no love

The trigga gots no heart and I'll be damned if I'm old
Pushin' on a shoppin' cart, they blast on a of me
Another sad case of a identity
12 o' clock and my 'hood's dubbin' pay
I sat and them shoot my homey, seen his face crack
Uzis spray Raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the pull
in his body left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be back
I let my hair platt and let my stack
But my sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse came and they triggas had no

Me all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock
Kill all man say all man say
Kill 'em all man 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock

Yeah mon blam! the 187
Is back in the house man for
This here see a man wit me Glock
Blow! 187 G