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(feat Project Pat) Once again You do wrong, wrong will follow (always) That's real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business Hook: The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love (x 4) What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga now? What you sayin' nigga? The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love I'll tell you what time, don't play with my bread Nigga you do, they gonna find you as they Body and joint, and start to your lain Take on your mouth, a hole in your head Funny some dope let the nigga in dead How you gonna pay me? Nigga don't swear Dues on deck, you know what's next Sinner to your house, now it's time take a left. Now you're in our box nigga causing affair Hollow point and butt shots, all in your neck Told you about playin' with a nigga like that Now you found gonna visit you, payin' they was best SongtexteTell you one time, don't play with my money Sold out my dope, now you're running our stunt All in the monsk play the money in your wallet Nigga must think, he don't owe me nothing nigga must think I forgot about mine he pressed ignore when I caught his line I'ma play cool like everything fine Catch you coming home, land down with the knife. Hook: The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love (x 4) What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga now? What you sayin' nigga? The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love Bang-bang shoot em up, these niggas don't give a f*ck Hundred upon you and ball day, pull them guns out, shoot you up .. life over life green, kill a nigga over soft white You ain't familiar, don't come here And if you do better walk life, Our .. is a nightmare, hold my size, now fair the crooger Niggas ain't got shit to lose, shooter out like rest to movin' The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga 'bout hundred ain't got no love These niggas ain't wearin' no mask in and these niggas ain't wearin' no love These niggas don't fight no more, f*ck taking the high road Little homie 'bout 16, bustin' gun his eyes closed F*ck with all that gangsta talk, know you ain't 'bout that life Put the heaters on your ass, bet you come up off that ice [Hook:] No business, no business, no business, no business 50 shots, clearest bitch I'm like a tornado Two choppas, who identical call the cane the neighbor Where we fade, we're grippin' in my stash like a soup later Roll upon the shot, I'm in his head, bust it to made up You niggas get high on the shit like there hold your nuts I'll shut gun glass till your stomach bitch, hold your guts You say you gain affiliated is to keep cuts And when them bullets get the popp they don't get no f*ck Money rules everything and we got the cash Pay your home is one bag, to blow up your ass Kidnap your f*ck your resident no mask no lie If he I, turn your body and punch your dopes don't be a.. Aus Songtexte Mania