REAL LIVE - Ain't No Love lyrics

[Bobby Bland] (Ain't love in the heart of the city)

[Verse 1: Larry-O]

Gun claps erupt from the back alley way

The heat in the streets stress a nigga every day

Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn

The American Dream in the ghetto is more gall

I knew this kid cold out of luck

No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up

Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take

I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape

from the mental prison that I'm in

I wanna break out but I'm committin mad sins

We got the city under siege, how

Gang-land style, juveniles running wild

Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die

My man could've been a ball-player but he gettin' high

It's dangerous out here, son

Cos yo, the average motherfucker's living under the gun

[Verse 2: Larry-O]

My peoples in the streets is dying, son

Coke is a commodity and so is the gun

It's time to cultivate a plan that's guaranteed to hit

Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit

My 9 to 5 ain't saying shit

Niggaz' joints are too mean and hoes are too thick

So now I gotta locate my click

And rise to the top till the cream turn thick

I'm working with rocks, lives are stopped

Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks

Undercover Rockefellas get paid

Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made

It's ill when you think about the plot

When playing in the game is designed to get us knocked

What's my attitude when I see a jake drop

Buck, buck, buck and you don't stop

[Verse 3: Larry-O]

No turning back now, progression can't stop

It's like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block

A kid got murdered for a ring

Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing

A warzone with gunfire sounds

We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns

Living conditions is out of order

A shorty slaughtered her daughter cos she couldn't support her

Yo, niggaz be making big bets

Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts

And little shorties on cellular phones

Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome

How long does the good shit last?

Niggaz that die young be niggaz that live fast

I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal

I only live one way and that's motherfucking real