Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Love, artist - Big Syke. Date of issue: 07.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't No Love |
| Ain’t been no love around here for a long time |
| When the love gon' come back |
| Huh, I don’t know, I don’t know |
| But till then, keep doing it like I do it |
| From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed |
| For our destiny to ride away in a hearse |
| Unseen tomorrows so many hearts are hollow |
| Can’t help 'em they’ll put me down if I let 'em |
| I’m givin' fifty feet to the average friend or foe |
| And I’ll kill you fo' you kill me if you don’t know |
| Cause sometimes God put you in the path to kill |
| But not if your intentions are to hurt or steal |
| Constantly surrounded by despisers that’s intoxicated |
| Cause all of us are gang related |
| Later years fully gettin' there |
| What do we have here? |
| One day every family shall shed a tear |
| I’m lost I can’t find myself, I listen but don’t learn |
| What’s the call for help will God let me burn |
| So I’m takin' everyday like I’m livin' my last |
| What’s the aftermath all I know, is ain’t no love |
| Love don’t love nobody |
| And love don’t love no one |
| I said love don’t love nobody |
| And love don’t love no one |
| It ain’t no love, it ain’t no lvoe |
| It ain’t no love fuck the love |
| See I’ma thug wid mad slugs |
| And trippin' off these hoes up under my rug |
| Blind and I can’t see sometimes |
| This Remy Martin got me high |
| Givin' my shit a try |
| My people doubt me why |
| Hey, I’m way too fly |
| Thinkin' everybody down wid me until I die |
| Just like in a nightmare |
| Straight to fuck from nowhere |
| Nine’s in yo back like you ain’t seen jack |
| Now sticky situations make a motherfucka feel |
| Like going straight to hell cause at least hell is real |
| I’m holdin' shit down like a motherfuckin' vet |
| I’m a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet… |
| They say reach in your heart and you will find yo mind |
| Everyday in the streets got my foresight blind |
| My aftertime is narrow peepin' down the barrel of a four |
| Just a nigga or a killa I don’t know so |
| Who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest |
| Slug in the chest one in the dome and make sure I’m gone |
| Send me home all alone in these cold streets |
| The desperation constantly drinkin' and I can’t sleep |
| Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive |
| Some wanna die I wanna stay alive |
| Eyes on the prize let me modify this whole region |
| I declare this sucka duckin' season, gimme the reason |
| Why I should change into a softy |
| After livin' so lofty |
| It cost me my soul outta control in a devil’s world |
| Me my niggas and my girl |
| It ain’t no love |