Conejo - Ain't No Love In My Heart lyrics

Wassup Homies? Naw Fuck That Fool
That Fool Need To Get Shot On Sight
Foreal Though he Over Here Instigating Shit
And In The End
He's Always Apologizin' & Breaking It Down
Trying To Talk His Way Out Of It
Naw That Fools Times Up check It

Drive With Me and Rob These Cats
Muthafuckers Go Hard
Someone Bound To Get Stabbed
As Underworld Travel in A Body Bag
Communicate With The Deceased
A Cocaine Priest in These Nocturnal Hours
Sorcery Schematic with A Ski-Mask Boy
Congregations Get Panicked a Fortune Telling
Ese Future Events of Living In A City
Where No One Repents i Present
All Your Dead Ass Goons fool Every Last One
Got Hit Typhoon give Me A Spoon
With The Puddle Of Tar so I Could Get Busy
Like Electric Guitars so Watch How You Come
Cause, I've Become a Tata With A Prenda
Spit Jamaican Rum whoa
You Know You Fucked Up Right?
Ese Fula On The Firma a Religious Right

Ain't No Love In My Heart
If You Ain't From The Park
I Pull Up In Your Corner
All You See Is The Spark from The Pistol
The Blood Just Trickle
I Hit You In The Chest
And The Bullets Just Rip Through
Ain't No Love In My Heart
For None Of These Lames
They Get Clapped In The Back
For Their Weak Ass Ways no Games
Got 'Em What He Deserved
Ese I'ma Flow Bout It as I Toke That Herb

Too Many Cases but The Buddha Still Green
Ese Money Still Stacking
But You Know The Routine i'm Raw Cut
And I Show No Mercy
But These Hatin' Muthafuckers
Wanna Try To Curse Me demonologist
Roam Through The Mist
Showing Up At Your Door if Your Ass Persist
The Snake Hiss when It Face Affliction
Stay Loaded All The Time
Through A Heroin Addiction i'm Wildin'
Silent But Violent the Nina Stay Tucked
Only I Could Fight It the Lights Blinded
As I Glide Through The Hood
Homie Same Fucking Corner 28 Years I Stood
A Conjuration that Raise The Prices
LA is My Town ain't No Breaking Up Slices
Todo Mio the Thought Conveyer
C-Mack 11 the Ill Rhyme Sayer

Ain't No Love In My Heart
If You Ain't From The Park
I Pull Up In Your Corner
All You See Is The Spark from The Pistol
The Blood Just Trickle
I Hit You In The Chest
And The Bullets Just Rip Through
Ain't No Love In My Heart
For None Of These Lames
They Get Clapped In The Back
For Their Weak Ass Ways no Games
Got 'Em What He Deserved
Ese I'ma Flow Bout It as I Toke That Herb

You A Clown Ass Muthafucker
Serio Ya Vete A La Verga
Nobody Bumping Your Garbage