| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game
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| No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love in this game
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| (spice 1)
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| I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
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| Slangin yayo by the dub, me and e-bay in the mix
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| Only sixteen, slangin rocks on the slumber,
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| Two o clock in the mornin we watchin under,
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| See the coppers kept their creep on But we was ready, didnt slip or slide or sleep on The game was deadly, you could be here today and gone tomorrow
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| Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failed us as a people
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| Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our hearts and minds
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| Thats why so many of my homies dyin
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| Crack flooded communities will reflect the grim harsh look
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| And the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips
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| Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites
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| Got me thinkin about my crazed life
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| What would I be, when I think that its a shame
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| Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and aint no love in this game
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| (chorus: joya)
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game
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| No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love in this game
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| (spice 1)
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| I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner
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| See, my homies get stole on fool, by the coppers
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| See the, herion addicts and fiends walkin the city streets
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| Not even wantin to care about what their children eat
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| But see its dog eat dog, be a hog
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| Young player maintain to keep ya brain like ya aim fool
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| Gotta do what ya gotta do, roll with a crew if you got to But keep your game true, cause see them haters out there bad
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| Talkin about they wanna jack a young player for all his cash
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| Better watch your back in 95 on the real
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| Them youngsters out there drugged out there high packing steel
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| And cant nobody tell them nuthin about their life
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| Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe
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| When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie
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| There aint no love in this game
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| (chorus: joya)
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game
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| No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Aint no love in this game
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| (spice 1)
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| My homie mama almost died and had a stroke
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| When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke
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| We all shed in tears cause they did him cold
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| I know if he was here, we would all be smokin like a broke stove
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| Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the yak
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| But all the chronic in the world cant bring my homie back
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| Im missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor
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| Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin on the po-po
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| And thats a cryin shame, damn, there aint no love in this game (*echoes*)
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| (chrous w/ variations: joya)
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| Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love
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| Im tellin you aint no love in this game
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| No, no, it aint no happy phase
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| You know thats right to say the place
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| Aint no love in this game
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| It aint no happy thing
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| You know theres pointin it to blame
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| Aint no love in this game
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| It aint no happy phase
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| You know thats right seed aint the blame
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| Aint no love in this game
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| It aint no happy phase
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| You know that seed no aint the blame
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| Aint no love in this game, no… |