Ain't No Love
Real Live Lyrics

Gun claps erupt from the back alley way
Sounds of gunfire can be heard from the back streets

The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day
The constant danger and tension of the city takes a toll on a person

Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn
Police raids are frequent and sudden, like in a movie

The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall
The idea of achieving success is much harder in impoverished areas

I knew this kid cold out of luck
I met a young person who was struggling and had nothing

No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up
He had no money or possessions and was seen as a failure

Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take
If I don't have something, I will steal it

I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape
I have a gun pointed at you and you can't get away

from the mental prison that I'm in
I feel trapped in my own thoughts and emotions

I want to break out but I'm committin mad sins
I want to escape my current situation but am forced to do bad things to survive

We got the city under siege, how
We have taken control of the city through violence and fear

Gang-land style, juveniles running wild
Young gang members are causing chaos and destruction

Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die
People come and go in this dangerous lifestyle and often end up dead

My man could've been a ball-player but he gettin' high
My friend had the potential to be successful but is now addicted to drugs

It's dangerous out here, son
The environment is extremely hazardous and risky

'cause yo, the average motherfucker's living under the gun
Most people are constantly in danger and threatened by gun violence

My peoples in the streets is dying, son
My community is suffering and dying from the violence and drugs

Coke is a commodity and so is the gun
Cocaine and guns are valuable and traded like goods

It's time to cultivate a plan that's guaranteed to hit
We need to come up with a successful and surefire plan

Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit
We need to sell drugs and make a lot of money before stopping

My 9 to 5 ain't saying shit
My regular job isn't making me enough money to survive

Niggaz' joints are too mean and hoes are too thick
My peers' cars and possessions are ostentatious and the women are too attractive to resist

So now I gotta locate my click
I must find my group/companions to succeed

And rise to the top till the cream turn thick
I need to become successful and wealthy

I'm working with rocks, lives are stopped
I am selling drugs and destroying lives in the process

Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks
We are rebellious and causing chaos to gain control of our area

Undercover Rockefellas get paid
Informants are being paid to give information to the authorities

Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made
Drug buyers wait in long lines for small amounts of the drugs, but the profits are still significant

It's ill when you think about the plot
It's disturbing when you consider the implications and motivations

When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked
Being involved in criminal activity is intended to get us arrested/caught

What's my attitude when I see a jake drop
How do I feel when I witness a police officer being killed?

Buck, buck, buck and you don't stop
Shoot the police officer and don't stop until he's dead

No turning back now, progression can't stop
We can't go back now and must continue to progress

It's like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block
I constantly feel like I'm in danger and at risk of being killed

A kid got murdered for a ring
Someone was killed for a piece of jewelry

Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing
Conflict and violence are a common occurrence

A warzone with gunfire sounds
The neighborhood is like a warzone with constant gunfire

We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns
We are killing each other like maniacal clowns with no regard for human life

Living conditions is out of order
The environment we live in is dangerous, unstable, and chaotic

Yo, niggaz be making big bets
People are risking a lot and making large bets to become rich

Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts
People with less money are in danger and can be killed for owing large debts

And little shorties on cellular phones
Even young children have cellphones and are involved in this lifestyle

Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome
Money is stored with rubber-bands and cars have expensive rims

How long does the good shit last?
How long will the drugs, money, and success last before something bad happens?

Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast
Those who die young are often the ones who lived recklessly and took risks

I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal
I shared some valuable information with you

I only live one way and that's motherfucking real
I live my life with authenticity and honesty, and take no BS