Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love, artist - K Rino. Album song Worst Rapper Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
No Love |
| Ain’t no love in this city I live |
| Nothin' but haters in this game, it’s all take and no give, listen |
| Ain’t no love in this city I’m from |
| You hoes wanted controversy now I’m givin' you some |
| Game is fucked up, time for the city to get took back |
| Weak rappers are made to look good, good rappers are made to look whack |
| In H-Town, boys be yellin' they cold |
| Claimin' skills, signin' bad deals, and sellin' they soul |
| The real truth is, man Houston we got |
| Mostly past-prime played-out artists that used to be hot |
| I’ll throw myself in that, you could put my name on the list |
| But yet and still I murdered every man that came in my midst |
| I never understood how a artist can drop |
| A hard first album then every CD after that flop |
| Stepped in the mainstream, then went Hollywood |
| Then one shitty album later you was back in the hood |
| Up in your mama’s house, tryin' to salvage your name |
| But it ain’t the same, no more cabbage and fame |
| Some of you hoes are radio hot, but in skills you not |
| I’ll mob yo ass on the street, fuck the deal that you got |
| Listen |
| Now straight up hood hits is all that K-Rino spits |
| Ain’t nothin' changed, I’m still on some fuck-the-radio shit |
| But what’s a trip to me, is how the hell MTV |
| Can do a Houston show and not mention the SPC |
| Now all you hatin' hoes, understand my position |
| It ain’t about us bein' seen, it’s just the principle, listen |
| We pioneered the Houston rap landscape in Nine-One |
| Other than Rap-A-Lot, what clique came before us? |
| Find one |
| See there’s the problem now, you rappers too fame |
| No respect for history, you hoes just jump in the game |
| Thinkin' you know it all, but I’ll expose it well |
| Think to yourself, how many Houston rappers rose and fell? |
| If they done watched the winners, the business couldn’t exploit 'em |
| They could study mistakes others made and avoid 'em |
| But to my real soldiers, y’all already know |
| I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face, and Zero |
| Now club DJs, and ones with radio shows |
| This the year the SPC start back snatchin' you hoes |
| Y’all too comfortable, so now I’m grabbin' my mask |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma disfigure your arrogant ass |
| And fuck the bootleggers, and if you see one, bust |
| Burn and sendin' our shit, makin' more paper than us |
| And mixtape rappers, it’s cool to get hot in the streets |
| But sooner or later, y’all need to use your own damn beats, listen |