| Ain’t no love in this city I live
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| Nothin' but haters in this game, it’s all take and no give, listen
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| Ain’t no love in this city I’m from
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| You hoes wanted controversy now I’m givin' you some
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| Game is fucked up, time for the city to get took back
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| Weak rappers are made to look good, good rappers are made to look whack
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| In H-Town, boys be yellin' they cold
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| Claimin' skills, signin' bad deals, and sellin' they soul
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| The real truth is, man Houston we got
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| Mostly past-prime played-out artists that used to be hot
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| I’ll throw myself in that, you could put my name on the list
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| But yet and still I murdered every man that came in my midst
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| I never understood how a artist can drop
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| A hard first album then every CD after that flop
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| Stepped in the mainstream, then went Hollywood
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| Then one shitty album later you was back in the hood
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| Up in your mama’s house, tryin' to salvage your name
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| But it ain’t the same, no more cabbage and fame
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| Some of you hoes are radio hot, but in skills you not
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| I’ll mob yo ass on the street, fuck the deal that you got |
| Listen
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| Now straight up hood hits is all that K-Rino spits
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| Ain’t nothin' changed, I’m still on some fuck-the-radio shit
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| But what’s a trip to me, is how the hell MTV
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| Can do a Houston show and not mention the SPC
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| Now all you hatin' hoes, understand my position
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| It ain’t about us bein' seen, it’s just the principle, listen
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| We pioneered the Houston rap landscape in Nine-One
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| Other than Rap-A-Lot, what clique came before us? |
| Find one
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| See there’s the problem now, you rappers too fame
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| No respect for history, you hoes just jump in the game
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| Thinkin' you know it all, but I’ll expose it well
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| Think to yourself, how many Houston rappers rose and fell?
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| If they done watched the winners, the business couldn’t exploit 'em
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| They could study mistakes others made and avoid 'em
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| But to my real soldiers, y’all already know
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| I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face, and Zero
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| Now club DJs, and ones with radio shows
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| This the year the SPC start back snatchin' you hoes
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| Y’all too comfortable, so now I’m grabbin' my mask
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| I catch you slippin', I’ma disfigure your arrogant ass |
| And fuck the bootleggers, and if you see one, bust
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| Burn and sendin' our shit, makin' more paper than us
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| And mixtape rappers, it’s cool to get hot in the streets
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| But sooner or later, y’all need to use your own damn beats, listen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Love , by - K Rino. Song from the album Worst Rapper Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп