Together with production partner DJ Paul, Juicy J played an important role in the South's rise to prominence within the once East and West Coast dominated rap industry. Behind the duo's leadership, Three 6 Mafia rose from an underground phenomenon in Memphis to a nationally recognized rap empire, spinning off numerous solo albums for the collective's many members in the mid- to late '90s. Like his production partner, Juicy J specialized in dark, eerie tracks driven by bass-heavy beats and haunting sounds. He also raps as a member of Three 6 Mafia. Moreover, Three 6 Mafia ventured into filmmaking with Choices: The Movie and Choices II: The Set-Up, a straight-to-video film starring most of the Three 6 Mafia's collective, Hypnotize Minds. Juicy J (born Jordan Houston) and DJ Paul (Paul Beauregard) first came together at the dawn of the '90s, when they worked as DJs in the Memphis area. The two soon began producing their own tracks and invited numerous Memphis rappers to rap over the beats. They released the resulting tracks locally as Three 6 Mafia; years later these recordings would resurface as re-releases. In 1995, the loose collective Three 6 Mafia began to form and self-released its debut album, Mystic Stylez. The album became an underground success, and Three 6 Mafia, in turn, signed a distribution deal with Relativity for its Hypnotized Minds imprint. Throughout the late '90s, DJ Paul and Juicy J produced numerous albums a year for Hypnotized Minds and capitalized on the lucrative distribution deal. By the end of the decade, the two producers were at the helm of an empire, having extended their brand to alarming lengths, culminating with their commercial breakthrough album, When the Smoke Clears (2000), which debuted at number six on Billboard's album chart.
No Heart No Love
Juicy J Lyrics
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That's real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
What ya sayin nigga? Now, what ya sayin nigga?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
Yea, I tell you one time, don't play with my bread (nope)
Nigga, 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 nigga in debt (ho!)
How you gon' pay that? Nigga don't sweat
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, nigga 'cause and effect (bitch!)
Hollow points and buck shots, all in your neck (bitch!)
Told ya 'bout playin' with a nigga like that (don't play!)
Now your 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'
All in the mall, spendin' money on ya woman (trick!)
Nigga must think he don't owe me nothin' (trick!)
Nigga must think I forgot about mine
He pressed ignore when I called his line (hell nawh)
I'ma play it cool like everythin' fine
Catch him comin' home, lay him down with the nine
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
What ya sayin nigga? What ya sayin nigga?
What ya sayin nigga? Now, what ya sayin nigga?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
Yo, bang bang, shoot 'em up, Memphis niggas don't give a fuck (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 nigga over soft white (uh huh)
You ain't from here, don't come here (nope)
And if you do, better walk light (light!)
Out here is a nightmare (mare)
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger (Krueger)
Niggas ain't got shit to lose (lose)
Shoot it out like a Western movie
The trigger ain't got no heart
The nigga behind it ain't got no love (no love!)
These niggas ain't wearin' no mask
And these niggas ain't wearin' no glove (no glove!)
These niggas don't, fight no more
Fuck takin' the high road
Lil' homie 'bout sixteen
Bust a gun with his eyes closed
Fuck with all that gangsta talk
Know you ain't bout that life!
Pull that heater on your ass
Bet you come up off that ice (ho!)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
What ya sayin nigga? What ya sayin nigga?,
What ya sayin nigga? Now, what ya sayin nigga?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
(North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis)
Fifty shots clear this bitch 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 niggas get high on this shit
Like the ho, ya nuts (okay, okay, okay)
Shotgun blast to ya stomach, bitch, on ya guts (for real)
You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tough (tch tch)
And when the bullets get to poppin' they don't give no fuck (fuck)
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 (ooh, ooh)
The song "No Heart No Love" by Juicy J is a rap song that explores themes of revenge, loyalty, and gang activity. The chorus emphasizes that people who use weapons to hurt others lack emotion and that they do not care about the lives of their victims. The song also deals with the consequences of not paying debts in the drug trade, featuring lyrics that describe brutal retaliations against those who owe money. The song condemns those who talk about gang activity but do not truly live it, emphasizing the danger of pretending to be involved in the lifestyle.
In the first verse, Juicy J raps about the dangers of messing with his money, the consequences of debt, and the violence that comes with it. He warns about the consequences for ignoring calls and drops dark allusions to violence as punishment. In the second verse, Juicy J continues to discuss the consequences of disrespecting others in the drug trade. He warns that those who come into the world of gang activity better be prepared because things are dangerous and scary.
Overall, the song explores the life of someone who is part of a gang and the dangers they both face and cause. It reveals some of the mentalities that accompany such a way of life and serves as a warning for those who might consider getting involved in gangs. The catchy chorus is a reminder that violence only breeds more violence, and acts as a stark condemnation of the violence that accompanies such a lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Once again, you do wrong, wrong will follow (always, always)
You will always face consequences for your actions.
That's real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business
This is the reality, and you know it to be true.
The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga behind it ain't got no love (Mafia)
The gun doesn't care who it hurts, and the person using it has no empathy.
What ya sayin nigga?, What ya sayin nigga?
What is your response?
Yea, I tell you one time, don't play with my bread (nope)
Do not mess with my money.
Nigga, you do, they gon' find yo ass dead (yup)
If you do, someone will kill you.
Body in trunk, hands tied to yo legs (yup)
Your dead body will be stuffed in a car trunk with tied hands and legs.
Tape on yo mouth, a hole in yo head (bluu)
You will be silenced and executed with a gunshot to the head.
Fronted some dope, now the nigga in debt (ho!)
You owe me money for the drugs you bought on credit.
How you gon' pay that? Nigga don't sweat
You're going to have a hard time paying me back.
Goons on deck you know what's next (what)
I will send my guys to collect the debt you owe me.
Send 'em to yo house, now it's time to collect (get it)
My guys will come to your house to get the money you owe me.
Now you in a box, nigga 'cause and effect (bitch!)
You ended up dead due to your actions.
Hollow points and buck shots, all in your neck (bitch!)
You were killed with a lethal combination of bullets.
Told ya 'bout playin' with a nigga like that (don't play!)
I warned you not to mess with me.
Now your fam gon' visit you, payin' they respects (you gone!)
Your family will visit you at your grave.
Tell ya one time, don't play with my money
I am warning you not to mess with my finances.
Sold all my dope, now you run around stuntin'
You bought my drugs and are now showing off with the profits.
All in the mall, spendin' money on ya woman (trick!)
You're wasting money on unnecessary things instead of paying me back.
Nigga must think he don't owe me nothin' (trick!)
You think you don't have to pay me back.
Nigga must think I forgot about mine
You think I forgot about the money you owe me.
He pressed ignore when I called his line (hell nawh)
You ignored my calls, which means you're avoiding me.
I'ma play it cool like everythin' fine
I will pretend everything is okay for now.
Catch him comin' home, lay him down with the nine
I'll shoot you with a gun when you're heading home.
Yo, bang bang, shoot 'em up, Memphis niggas don't give a fuck (never)
People from Memphis don't care about killing others.
Run up on ya in broad day, pull them guns out, shoot ya up
They will surprise attack you in broad daylight and open fire.
Loose ya life over light green, (uh huh)
You'll die over a little bit of money.
Kill a nigga over soft white (uh huh)
You'll be killed for cocaine.
You ain't from here, don't come here (nope)
If you're not from here, don't visit.
And if you do, better walk light (light!)
If you do come here, be careful.
Out here is a nightmare (mare)
This is a dangerous place.
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger (Krueger)
People get killed here in real life, not in movies like Freddy Krueger.
Niggas ain't got shit to lose (lose)
People here have nothing to lose.
Shoot it out like a Western movie
They will shoot it out like cowboys in a movie.
These niggas ain't wearin' no mask
They're not hiding their identity.
And these niggas ain't wearin' no glove (no glove!)
They're not being careful and leaving fingerprints behind.
These niggas don't, fight no more
They don't resort to physical fighting anymore.
Fuck takin' the high road
They don't care about being the bigger person.
Lil' homie 'bout sixteen
There's a young guy around 16 years old.
Bust a gun with his eyes closed
Even a young guy can confidently fire a gun.
Fuck with all that gangsta talk
Don't talk about being a gangster if you're not really one.
Know you ain't bout that life!
You're not really prepared to live a life of crime.
Pull that heater on your ass
I will shoot you with a gun.
Bet you come up off that ice (ho!)
You'll give me what I want when threatened with a gun.
Fifty shots clear this bitch out like a tornado
They will shoot 50 bullets to clear out the area.
Two choppas who identical call 'em Cain and Abel
Two identical guns are nicknamed Cain and Abel.
Very fatal, dippin' in stash like a soup ladle
They have deadly weapons and are moving around stealthily like a soup ladle.
Rolled up on him, shot him in his head busted tomato
They approached someone and killed him with a gunshot to the head.
You niggas get high on this shit
People are getting high on drugs.
Like the ho, ya nuts (okay, okay, okay)
They're getting high like crazy.
Shotgun blast to ya stomach, bitch, on ya guts (for real)
They'll shoot you in the stomach and mess up your organs.
You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tough (tch tch)
You claim to be in a gang and have extra gun magazines to prove it.
And when the bullets get to poppin' they don't give no fuck (fuck)
They don't care about hurting others when they start firing their guns.
Money rules everything and we got the cash
Money is everything and we have a lot of it.
Pay yo homies one bag (one!) to blow up yo ass (pow pow)
We will pay someone to kill you.
Kidnap ya from ya residence, no mask no lie
We will kidnap you from your home without hiding our identity.
F.B.I. found ya body in Project dumpster, BFI (ooh, ooh)
Your body will be found in a dumpster in the projects.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, KEVIN WOODS, PATRICK HOUSTON, TYREE LAMAR PITTMAN
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