Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Love, artist - Real Live. Date of issue: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't No Love |
| Gun claps erupt from the back alley way |
| The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day |
| Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn |
| The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall |
| I knew this kid cold out of luck |
| No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up |
| Well, if I ain’t got, I’ma take |
| I got a burner in your face, son, ain’t no escape |
| from the mental prison that I’m in I wanna break out but I’m committin mad sins |
| We got the city under siege, how |
| Gang-land style, juveniles running wild |
| Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die |
| My man could’ve been a ball-player but he gettin’high |
| It’s dangerous out here, son |
| Cos yo, the average motherfucker’s living under the gun |
| My peoples in the streets is dying, son |
| Coke is a commodity and so is the gun |
| It’s time to cultivate a plan that’s guaranteed to hit |
| Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit |
| My 9 to 5 ain’t saying shit |
| Niggaz’joints are too mean and hoes are too thick |
| So now I gotta locate my click |
| And rise to the top till the cream turn thick |
| I’m working with rocks, lives are stopped |
| Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks |
| Undercover Rockefellas get paid |
| Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made |
| It’s ill when you think about the plot |
| When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked |
| What’s my attitude when I see a jake drop |
| Buck, buck, buck and you don’t stop |
| No turning back now, progression can’t stop |
| It’s like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block |
| A kid got murdered for a ring |
| Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing |
| A warzone with gunfire sounds |
| We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns |
| Living conditions is out of order |
| A shorty slaughtered her daughter cos she couldn’t support her |
| Yo, niggaz be making big bets |
| Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts |
| And little shorties on cellular phones |
| Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome |
| How long does the good shit last? |
| Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast |
| I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal |
| I only live one way and that’s motherfucking real |