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  • * also appears on the menace ii society soundtrack
    The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
    Verse 1
    I'm sick up in this game
    I'll take no secondary shorts &
    Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like jordan
    Menace ii society mad man killer
    Just call me the east bay gangsta
    Neighborhood drug dealer
    Quick to make decisions & i'm
    Quick to get my blast on
    Do a 187 with this bloody jason mask on
    Rollin' up out the cut deeper than atlantis
    Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
    Now i gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
    Rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
    I blast with no heart 'cause i'm heartless in nine-trey
    A-k blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
    Slangin' 'cola since the very very start
    Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    The trigga gots no heart
    (gunshot)
    Verse 2
    Release the trigga as i blast on a *****
    Nina put a cease on his timex ticker
    And uhh playas he can't give me no love
    'cause i'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
    Slangin' dub sacks
    And i duck when they fly by
    'cause killa cali' is the state for the drive-by
    Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
    Ya better use that nina
    'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
    And umm i'm taking up a hobby
    Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
    I'm twenty-two & i'm still slangin' dub sacks
    I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
    Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
    187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    The trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
    If he no give my pay
    Ain't no love trick
    Verse 3
    The trigga gots no heart
    & i'll be damned if i'm broke old
    Pushin' on a shoppin cart
    They blast on a friend of me
    Another sad case of a mistaken identity
    12 o' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
    I sat & watched them shoot my homey
    Seen his face crack
    Uzis spray like raid on these cockroaches
    A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
    Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
    Seventeen in his body left the boy full
    Of hollow tips so i know he won't be comin' back
    I let my hair platt & let my mail stack
    But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart
    His posse came & they triggas had no heart
    Me kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Yeah mon blam! the 187 fact
    Is back in the house man for nine-trey
    This here see kill a man wit me glock
    Blow!! 187 thousand g
  • * also appears on the menace ii society soundtrack
    The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
    Verse 1
    I'm sick up in this game
    I'll take no secondary shorts &
    Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like jordan
    Menace ii society mad man killer
    Just call me the east bay gangsta
    Neighborhood drug dealer
    Quick to make decisions & i'm
    Quick to get my blast on
    Do a 187 with this bloody jason mask on
    Rollin' up out the cut deeper than atlantis
    Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
    Now i gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
    Rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
    I blast with no heart 'cause i'm heartless in nine-trey
    A-k blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
    Slangin' 'cola since the very very start
    Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    The trigga gots no heart
    (gunshot)
    Verse 2
    Release the trigga as i blast on a *****
    Nina put a cease on his timex ticker
    And uhh playas he can't give me no love
    'cause i'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
    Slangin' dub sacks
    And i duck when they fly by
    'cause killa cali' is the state for the drive-by
    Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
    Ya better use that nina
    'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
    And umm i'm taking up a hobby
    Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
    I'm twenty-two & i'm still slangin' dub sacks
    I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
    Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
    187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    The trigga gots no heart
    Ain't no love trick
    Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
    If he no give my pay
    Ain't no love trick
    Verse 3
    The trigga gots no heart
    & i'll be damned if i'm broke old
    Pushin' on a shoppin cart
    They blast on a friend of me
    Another sad case of a mistaken identity
    12 o' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
    I sat & watched them shoot my homey
    Seen his face crack
    Uzis spray like raid on these cockroaches
    A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
    Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
    Seventeen in his body left the boy full
    Of hollow tips so i know he won't be comin' back
    I let my hair platt & let my mail stack
    But my sweet sweet sunday had to turn tart
    His posse came & they triggas had no heart
    Me kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Kill all man say kill all man say
    Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me glock glock
    Yeah mon blam! the 187 fact
    Is back in the house man for nine-trey
    This here see kill a man wit me glock
    Blow!! 187 thousand g