Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Love, artist - Spice 1. Album song 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Ain't No Love |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love in this game |
No, no, ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love in this game |
(Spice 1) |
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986 |
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix |
Only sixteen, slangin rocks on a sub, two 'o' clock in the mornin |
We watchin under, see the coppers kept their creep on |
But we was ready, didn’t slip or slide or sleep on |
The game was dare, you could be here today and gone tomorrow |
Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failure, house of people |
Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our arson minds |
That’s why so many of my homies dyin |
Crack floods communities will we flex the green harsh look |
In the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips |
Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites |
Got me thinkin about my crazed life |
What would I be, when I think that it’s a shame |
Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and ain’t no love in this game |
(Chorus: Joya) |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love in this game |
No, no, ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love in this game |
(Spice 1) |
I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner |
See, my homie’s get stood on fool, by the coppers |
See the, Herion addicts and fiends walkin the city streets |
Not even wantin to care about what their children eat |
But see it’s a dog eat dog so be a hog |
Young player maintain to keep ya brain, like it ain’t fool |
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 |
Talkin about they wanna jack a young player for all his cash |
Better watch your back in '95 on the real |
Them youngsters out there drugged on that high package steel |
And can’t nobody tell them nuthin about their life |
Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe |
When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie |
There ain’t no love in this game |
(Chorus: Joya) |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love in this game |
No, no, ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
Ain’t no love in this game |
(Spice 1) |
My homie mama almost died and had a stroke |
When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke |
We all shed in tears cause they did him cold |
I know if he was here, we would all be smokin like a Roach stall |
Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the 'Yac |
But all the Chronic in the world can’t bring my homie back |
I’m missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor |
Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin on the po-po |
And that’s a cryin shame, damn, there ain’t no love in this game (*echoes*) |
(Chrous w/ variations: Joya) |
Ain’t no love, I’m tellin you ain’t no love |
I’m tellin you ain’t no love in this game |
No, no, it ain’t no happy phase |
You know that’s right to say the place |
Ain’t no love in this game |
It ain’t no happy thing |
You know there’s pointin it to blame |
Ain’t no love in this game |
It ain’t no happy phase |
You know that’s right seed ain’t the blame |
Ain’t no love in this game |
It ain’t no happy phase |
You know that seed no ain’t the blame |
Ain’t no love in this game, no… |