No Love

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    Livin in the ghetto ain't nothin nice
    over dollar bets and dice niggas lose they life
    ain't that shife
    but shit thats how the ghetto is
    my uncle just got out served the whole 10 year bid
    little kids in the ghetto wit no shoes on
    goin to they friends house cause momma ain't got no food at home
    and they say that ???
    I felt UGK when they said one day you here and the next you gone
    this here for Mo man Sticky Wood and Zach
    cant forget about Shorty my cousin Maurice Tel Fair and Black
    ain't gonna bring em back
    slangin crack to eat
    sippin yay and blowin sweets
    jackin D-boy for they ain't gonna try to get on our feet
    now thats deep
    nah dawg thats just the way it is
    its too late to save us but we gotta save these kids
    I got niggas in the pen who ain't never comin home
    and I got niggas in the cemetery layin alone

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    cause ain't no love in the ghetto (ain't no love in the ghetto)
    it ain't nothin but pain (ain't no love in the ghetto)
    I drink henn and blow jane (ain't no love in the ghetto)
    to keep from goin insane (ain't no love in the ghetto)

    So much drama my own momma think I'm crazy
    I give her a hug and a kiss and tell her to pray for her baby
    cause when I walk out this door I don't know if I'm comin back
    cause these days people kill over crack
    you feel that
    these streets ain't safe man I ain't tellin no lie
    look at the news and you can see it wit your own 2 eyes
    these ghetto wars and these ghetto stars
    got young niggas behind bars
    prayin to the lord
    dear lord could you help me in this situation
    niggas pull them shakes and other niggas bleed like they menestratin
    incarceration, playa hatin, money, hoes, drugs
    be the 5 reasons that we lose so many young thugs
    fightin in clubs
    killin each other over drugs
    and sometimes niggas lose they life just because
    so what
    we gota try to make a change
    rearrange the game
    take the strain off my mother fuckin brain

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    [Chorus]

    These ghetto blocks be heated
    and these glocks be needed
    to try to deal wit the stress
    daddy I'm drunk and weeded
    my cousin locked up in a fed camp
    and they done cut his baby momma off for food stamps
    cause ain't no love it
    just crimes and drugs in it
    guns and thugs in it
    out there tryna get it
    they say that money is the root of all evil
    but the root of all evil is the only thing that feedin my people
    drug deals goin sour
    niggas takin blood showers
    rather have money and power
    than to live like a coward
    so we hustle
    gotta use our mind work out muscle
    try to make it through this mother fuckin struggle
    because the life we live is oh so crazy and shady
    our ladies havin abortions and they killin our babies
    but I can't blame em
    that no good nigga done left
    told lies to get between them thighs no he ain't there
    ain't no love

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    Composición: Jason Johnson

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