No Heart No Love - Juicy J feat Project Pat

[Intro]
(Mafia, Mafia,) [x2]

[Juicy J]
Once again, you do wrong, wrong will follow. (Always, Always)
That's real sh_t, real spit n_gga, you know the business.

[Hook]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love. (Mafia)

What ya sayin n_gga?, What ya sayin n_gga?,
What ya sayin n_gga, nawh, what ya sayin n_gga?,
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n_gga behind it ain't got no love. (Mafia)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yea, I tell you one time, don't play with my bread, (nope)
N_gga, you do, they gon' find yo ass dead. (yup)
Body in trunk, hands tied to yo legs, (yup)
Tape on yo mouth, a hole in yo head. (bluu!)

Fronted some dope, now the n_gga in debt, (ho!)
How you gon' pay that? N_gga don't sweat, (mmhmm)
Goons on deck - you know what's next, (what)
Send 'em to yo house, now it's time to collect, (get it)

Now you in a box, n_gga - cause and effect, (b_tch!)
Hollow points and buckshots, all in yo neck. (b_tch!!)
Told ya 'bout playin' with a n_gga like that, (don't play!)
Now yo fam gon' visit you, payin' they respects. (you gone!)

Tell ya one time, don't play with my money,
Sold all my dope, now you run around stuntin', (mmh)
All in the mall, spendin' money on ya woman, (trick!)
N_gga must think he don't owe me nothin', (trick!)

N_gga must think I forgot about mine,
He pressed 'ignore' when I called his line, (hell nawh)
I'mma play it cool like everythin' fine,
Catch him comin' home, lay him down with the 9.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yo, bang bang, shoot 'em up, Memphis n_ggas don't give a f_ck. (never)
Run up on ya in broad day, pull them guns out, shoot ya up.

Loose ya life over light green, (uh huh)
Kill a n_gga over soft white (uh huh)
You ain't from here, don't come here (nope)
And if you do, better walk light. (light!)

Our here is a nightmare, (mare)
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger (krueger)
N_ggas ain't got sh_t to lose, (lose)
Shoot it out like a Western movie.

The trigger ain't got no heart,
The n_gga behind it ain't got no love. (no love!)
These n_ggas ain't wearin' no mask
And these n_ggas ain't wearin' no glove (no glove!)

These n_ggas don't, fight no mo',
F_ck takin' the high road.
Lil' homie 'bout 16,
Bust a gun with his eyes closed.

F_ck with all that gangsta talk,
Know you ain't bout that life!
Pull that heater on yo ass,
Bet you come up off that ice. (ho!)

[Hook]

(North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis...)

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Fifty shots clear this b_tch out like a tornado,
Two choppas who identical - call 'em Cain and Abel.
Very fatal, dippin' in stash like a soup ladle,
Rolled up on him, shot him in his head - busted tomato.

You n_ggas get high on this sh_t,
Like the ho, ya nuts, (okay, okay, okay)
Shotgun blast to ya stomach, b_tch, on ya guts. (for real)

You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tough, (ch ch)
And when the bullets get to poppin', they don't give no f_cks (f_cks)
Money rules everything, and we got the cash,
Pay yo homies one bag, (one!) to blow up yo ass (pow pow)

Kidnap ya from ya residence, no mask no lie
F.B.I. found ya body in Project dumpster, BFI (ooooh, ooooh)

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