Show No Love

Show no love You already know what's up We got them sticks Them drums, so watch your step All my life, I been up In these streets, uhh uhh Fucking hustling just to eat Uhh uhh Texas not a stranger To the heat and the danger OG something like pager major Bubble up, double up Cut 'em up, huddle up My team, we gonna f*ck 'em up All the Southside got My back in the low-low Fucking with a thug I bring pain with a 44 Ja Rule rain When you play with a cholo I be riding solo With a K in the 4-door They ain't want no smoke You could find me rollin' With a pound of loud A whole lotta game And a pound of sauce A lot of these vatos Wanna play the boss Pero les faltan huevos Just to play the part Show no love Ou already know what's up We got them sticks, them drums So watch your step All my life, I been up In these streets, uhh uhh Fucking hustling just to eat Uhh uhh Show no love T-Murda got the sticks and the drums I'ma pour all my pain in my cup Watch me pour all This pain in this cup, aye aye Niggaz hella mad Ran me up some money, and they sad Do the dash in a brand-new Jag When I get it, I'ma hit The flex button on yo' ass, ooh I ain't trying to trip I'm just trying to take a trip Take a dip, stack my bread up I'ma stack my chips Niggaz mad, niggaz hoes 'Cause I'm posted up on go Yeah, T-Murda hit the switch The Glock and he gonna blow And when I close my eyes I never sleep All these demons Are always haunting me But it's all good 'Cause I got God beside me Crucifix on my chest With Glock with a high beam Glock right beside me No introduction If I'm 'bout to bust a drum I can't leave it for discussion Wipe the whole scene I ain't worried 'bout percussion My music really bussin' You can hear it in the speaker Burning rubber off the Charger Yeah that bitch skrrr Don't throw it in the air If you heard about a shooting But we was never there Twelve hundred at the mall Just to cop me some shoes Yeah, them bitches was cheap I had to cop me a few Had a bad lil' bitch But she was feeling the crew Told 'em all you can have her I'll be gone by two Straight liquor, Hennessy I ain't drinking the brew Smoking hella trees Yeah it's just what I do Making money moves Yeah it's all that I knew Show no love You already know what's up We got them sticks Them drums, so watch your step All my life, I been up In these streets, uhh uhh Fucking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh Brass catcher with a beam Magazine on my lap I can't read But I'm strapped, no lesbian I've been asking For forgiveness from the reverend He can't help me, suggested That I stay with a weapon So I sleep with a slug Long Colt leave a hole like a bowl I'm connected with a few If you're looking for a bow I'm just tryna get dough Been broke since I came out the womb Ask my bro, he can tell you a lot more Leftovers we ate most days, momma's gone Sink or swim, what I learned Show no love 'cause I got none back No letters, no commissary But JHype had my back Show no love You already know what's up We got them sticks Them drums, so watch your step All my life, I been up In these streets, uhh uhh Fucking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh