Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love, artist - Mike-D
Date of issue: 04.12.2003
Song language: English
No Love |
R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby |
We gon miss you |
P-A-T, rest in peace baby |
Everybody knows, it wasn’t your time to go |
Much love and we’ll never forget you, P-A-T |
Now you in a better place, with G-O-D |
The deep memories, won’t stop going through my mind |
Wishing we could parlay, just one more time |
It make a G start crying, just like lil' baby |
To see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. Lady |
And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool |
So rest in peace my partna, and that’s from Mr. 3−2 |
I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-T |
We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I’m all alone |
Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind |
Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time |
And in this rhyme ain’t enough lines, to explain how I feel |
We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real |
And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems |
Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams |
These streets are too hot, too hot baby |
These streets are hot, hot, hot |
We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade |
Too hot, too hot lately |
Too many my partnas, gone to early graves |
You couldn’t understand my mind’s, on a whole nother level |
I’m in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil |
I’m a rebel, with a worthy cause |
I’m trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl |
That’s why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall |
It ain’t fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God |
Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed |
I’ll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil' O gon ball, he’d want that |
Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyes |
You can’t give a man life, so why you gon take a man out |
P-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come true |
Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you |
And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain’t no fronting or faking |
At least now you ain’t gotta see, all this hating |
Much love homie, from the whole H-Town |
You brought peace to the Click, and it’s gon still go down |
We won’t stop, but baby you was so close to the top |
I couldn’t wait for you to drop, so we could body rock |
But our God, is a jealous one |
And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done |
It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws |
And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof |
And to my G’s before I pass, you never know |
Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T |
We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage |
I done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gauge |
Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors |
Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter |
I confess I’m a mess, so much pain in my chest |
Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest |
F-A no way, I could ever forget |
Put your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to it |
Ain’t no way in hell, I’ma deal with that |
You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat |
Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me |
I’ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T |
Southside to the playas, don’t die |
Only multiply, with paper in our eye |
And don’t worry baby, I’ma keep all this under control |
But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio |
Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter |
Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder |
The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues |
Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws |
On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone |
And really think, who the ones they stepping on |
Like a throne you’ll be known, as a living legend |
Fat Pat rest in peace, cause all G’s go to heaven |
I’m too hot to drop, you marks must of forgot |
I’ve been blessed with success, it ain’t no taking my spot |
Fakers plot ands scheme, but I’m living they dream |
P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings |
We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs |
Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club |
But I still got love, and I’ma complete the mission |
Rest in peace, from the whole Commission |
F-A-T, you was the realest to me |
And ain’t nobody, stopping what was meant to be |
See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life |
I’ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night |
Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking |
And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking |
Open up they eyes, so the world could see |
The Southside’s, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T |
Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding |
So clean four 18's, knocking all side molding |
Can’t stand it can’t handle it, I’m hurting god damn it |
Of these niggas crew ways, on this bullshit planet |
Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through |
Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams’ll come true |
Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock |
But as long as I’m here, they gon still body rock |
You don’t stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top |
Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop |
Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed |
As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris |
I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder |
Lil' Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulder |
I told you it’s before, and that’s the way it’s gon be |
Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T |
And I’m talking bout the Southside |
Stop killing eachother, baby |
Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh |
Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah |
Oooooooh-oooh |
Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating |
Stop haaaa-ting (so hot baby) |