Artist: Spice 1 Album: Menace II Society Soundtrack Song: Trigga Gots No Heart Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com [Spice 1] The trigga gots no heart (The trigga, the trigga) The trigga gots no heart (The trigga, the trigga) [Verse 1] I'm sick up in this game I'll take no secondary shorts and Slam dunk these bullets up in yo chest like Jordan Menace to society, mad man killer Just call me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer Quick to make decisions and 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 tech 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 [Hook] Ain't no love trick, the trigga gots no heart Ain't no love trick, the trigga gots no heart [* Gunshot *] [Verse 2] Release the trigga as I burn off the nigga Nina put a cease on his Timex ticker And the playas he can't give me no love Cause I'm stuck on the corner 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 takin' up a hobby Maniac murdering, doin' massacre robberies I'm twenty-two and 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 [Hook] 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 don't give me my pay up Ain't no love trick Ain't no love trick, Me shootin' him up, me shootin' him up If he don't give me my pay up Ain't no love trick [Verse 3] The trigga gots no heart And 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 and my hood's dubbin' pay back I sat & watched them shoot my homie, seen his face crack Oozie 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 mail stack and let my hair platt But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart His posse came and their 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 man comin' at yo' ass wit no love Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man 187 thousand G