Ain't No Love
Spice 1 Lyrics

Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
There is a complete lack of love in this game.

Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love in this game
This game is devoid of any love or compassion.

I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
Back in 1986, I used to sell drugs on street corners.

Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix
My friend E-Bay and I were selling cocaine in small amounts.

Only sixteen, slangin' rocks on a sub, two 'o' clock in the mornin'
I was only sixteen years old, selling crack at 2am.

We watchin' under, see the coppers kept their creep on
We were on the lookout for police, who were trying to catch us.

But we was ready, didn't slip or slide or sleep on
We were prepared and didn't make any mistakes or let our guard down.

The game was dare, you could be here today and gone tomorrow
The drug game is risky and dangerous, you could die any day.

Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failure, house of people
You have to do your best to survive in a society that doesn't care about you.

Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our arson minds
Our obsession with money is what drives us to do evil things.

That's why so many of my homies dyin'
Many of my friends have died because of their involvement in the drug game.

Crack floods communities will we flex the green harsh look
The widespread use of crack is destroying communities and causing us to be more aggressive.

In the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips
Despite the harsh reality of death and violence, we continue to live life as usual.

Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites
We remember our friends who have passed away with pictures and objects left on their gravesites.

Got me thinkin' about my crazed life
All of this death and violence has made me reflect on my own life.

What would I be, when I think that it's a shame
I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't involved in this game.

Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and ain't no love in this game
I am capable of killing without any remorse, and there is no love in this dangerous game.

I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner
I witnessed the police chase and catch one of my friends.

See, my homie's get stood on fool, by the coppers
The police brutalize and mistreat my friends when they catch them.

See the, Herion addicts and fiends walkin' the city streets
I see heroin addicts and drug addicts wandering the streets.

Not even wantin' to care about what their children eat
These addicts are so consumed by their addiction that they neglect their own children.

But see there's Doggy-Doggs, be a hog
In this cut-throat world, you have to be selfish and look out for yourself.

Young player maintain to keep ya brain, like it ain't fool
Young people have to stay smart and not fall for easy temptations.

Gotta do what ya gotta do, roll with a crew if you got to
Sometimes you have to do what you have to do, even if it means teaming up with a group of people.

But keep your game true, cause see them haters out there bad
Stay true to your values and goals, because there are people out there who want to hurt you.

Talkin' about they want to jack a young player for all his cash
There are people out there who will rob and hurt you just to get your money.

Better watch your back in '95 on the real
Be careful and stay alert in 1995, things are getting even more dangerous.

Them youngsters out there drugged on that high package steel
Young people are addicted to powerful drugs like cocaine and heroin.

And can't nobody tell them nothin' about their life
These young people won't listen to anyone who tries to tell them what to do with their lives.

Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe
Their parents are abusive or drug-addicted themselves.

When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie
When will the situation improve? I have already talked about this before.

My homie mama almost died and had a stroke
My friend's mother almost died from the shock of hearing her son was killed.

When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke
We had to tell her that her son was murdered and his body burned.

We all shed in tears cause they did him cold
We were all crying because he was killed so cruelly.

I know if he was here, we would all be smokin' like a Roach stall
If he were still alive, we would all be smoking together like we used to.

Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the Yat
We would smoke marijuana and drink alcohol together.

But all the Chronic in the world can't bring my homie back
Drugs can't bring my friend back to life.

I'm missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor
I miss the times when we would drink too much and pass out on the floor.

Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin' on the po-po
We used to make fun of the police from the back of their car when they arrested us.

And that's a cryin shame, damn, there ain't no love in this game (*echoes*)
It's a tragic situation, and it's all because there is no love or compassion in this drug game.