K-Rino - No Love (2005) lyrics
[K-Rino - No Love 2005 lyrics]
Yeah, puttin' the whole city on
Blast on this one
Ain't no love, ain't no love
Time to hurt some feelings feel it
Game is fucked up
Time for the city to get took back
Weak rappers are made to look good
Good rappers are made to look whack
In H Town, boys be yellin' they cold
Claimin' skills
Signin' bad deals and sellin' their soul
The real truth is, man Houston we got
Mostly past-prime played-out artists that
Used to be hot i'll throw myself in that
You could put my name on the list
But yet and still I murdered every
Man that came in my midst
I never understood how an artist can drop
A hard first album then every
CD after that flop
Stepped in the mainstream
Then went Hollywood
Then one shitty album later you
Was back in the hood up in your mama's house
Tryna salvage your name
But it ain't the same
No more cabbage and fame
Some of you hoes are radio hot
But in skill you not
I'll mob yo ass on the street
Fuck the deal that you got listen
Now straight up hood hit's is
All that K-Rino spit's
Ain't nothin' changed
I'm still on some fuck-the radio shit
But what's a trip to me, is how the hell MTV
Can do a Houston show and
Not mention the SPC?
Now all you hatin' hoes
Understand my position
It ain't about us bein' seen
It's just the principle, listen
We pioneered the Houston rap
Landscape in '9-1 other than Rap-A-Lot
What clique came before us? Find one
See there's the problem now
You rappers too fame no respect for history
You hoes just jump in the game
Thinkin' you know it all
But, I'll expose 'em well think to yourself
How many Houston rappers rose and fell?
If they done watched the winners
The business couldn't exploit 'em
They could study mistakes others made
And learn to avoid 'em
But to my real soldiers, y'all already know
I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face
And Zero
Now club DJs and ones with radio shows
This the year the SPC start
Back snatchin' you hoes
Y'all too comfortable
So now I'm grabbin' my mask
I catch you slippin'
I'ma disfigure your arrogant ass
And fuck the bootleggers and if you see one
Bust burn and sendin' our shit and
Makin' more paper than us
And mixtape rappers
It's cool to get hot in the streets
But sooner or later y'all need to
Use your own damn beats, listen
Ain't no love in this city I live
Nothin' but haters in this game, it's
All take and no give, listen
Ain't no love in this city I'm from
You hoes wanted controversy now
I'm givin' you some
Blast on this one
Ain't no love, ain't no love
Time to hurt some feelings feel it
Game is fucked up
Time for the city to get took back
Weak rappers are made to look good
Good rappers are made to look whack
In H Town, boys be yellin' they cold
Claimin' skills
Signin' bad deals and sellin' their soul
The real truth is, man Houston we got
Mostly past-prime played-out artists that
Used to be hot i'll throw myself in that
You could put my name on the list
But yet and still I murdered every
Man that came in my midst
I never understood how an artist can drop
A hard first album then every
CD after that flop
Stepped in the mainstream
Then went Hollywood
Then one shitty album later you
Was back in the hood up in your mama's house
Tryna salvage your name
But it ain't the same
No more cabbage and fame
Some of you hoes are radio hot
But in skill you not
I'll mob yo ass on the street
Fuck the deal that you got listen
Now straight up hood hit's is
All that K-Rino spit's
Ain't nothin' changed
I'm still on some fuck-the radio shit
But what's a trip to me, is how the hell MTV
Can do a Houston show and
Not mention the SPC?
Now all you hatin' hoes
Understand my position
It ain't about us bein' seen
It's just the principle, listen
We pioneered the Houston rap
Landscape in '9-1 other than Rap-A-Lot
What clique came before us? Find one
See there's the problem now
You rappers too fame no respect for history
You hoes just jump in the game
Thinkin' you know it all
But, I'll expose 'em well think to yourself
How many Houston rappers rose and fell?
If they done watched the winners
The business couldn't exploit 'em
They could study mistakes others made
And learn to avoid 'em
But to my real soldiers, y'all already know
I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face
And Zero
Now club DJs and ones with radio shows
This the year the SPC start
Back snatchin' you hoes
Y'all too comfortable
So now I'm grabbin' my mask
I catch you slippin'
I'ma disfigure your arrogant ass
And fuck the bootleggers and if you see one
Bust burn and sendin' our shit and
Makin' more paper than us
And mixtape rappers
It's cool to get hot in the streets
But sooner or later y'all need to
Use your own damn beats, listen
Ain't no love in this city I live
Nothin' but haters in this game, it's
All take and no give, listen
Ain't no love in this city I'm from
You hoes wanted controversy now
I'm givin' you some