เนื้อเพลง No Heart No Love - Juicy J

[Intro]
(Mafia, Mafia,) [x2]

[Juicy J]
Once again, you do wrong, wrong will follow. (Always, Always)
That's real sh*t, real spit n*gga, you know the business.

[Hook]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love. (Mafia)

What ya sayin n*gga?, What ya sayin n*gga?,
What ya sayin n*gga, nawh, what ya sayin n*gga?,
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain't got no heart, the n*gga behind it ain't got no love. (Mafia)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yea, I tell you one time, don't play with my bread, (nope)
N*gga, you do, they gon' find yo ass dead. (yup)
Body in trunk, hands tied to yo legs, (yup)
Tape on yo mouth, a hole in yo head. (bluu!)

Fronted some dope, now the n*gga in debt, (ho!)
How you gon' pay that? N*gga don't sweat, (mmhmm)
Goons on deck - you know what's next, (what)
Send 'em to yo house, now it's time to collect, (get it)

Now you in a box, n*gga - cause and effect, (b*tch!)
Hollow points and buckshots, all in yo neck. (b*tch!!)
Told ya 'bout playin' with a n*gga like that, (don't play!)
Now yo fam gon' visit you, payin' they respects. (you gone!)

Tell ya one time, don't play with my money,
Sold all my dope, now you run around stuntin', (mmh)
All in the mall, spendin' money on ya woman, (trick!)
N*gga must think he don't owe me nothin', (trick!)

N*gga must think I forgot about mine,
He pressed 'ignore' when I called his line, (hell nawh)
I'mma play it cool like everythin' fine,
Catch him comin' home, lay him down with the 9.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yo, bang bang, shoot 'em up, Memphis n*ggas don't give a f*ck. (never)
Run up on ya in broad day, pull them guns out, shoot ya up.

Loose ya life over light green, (uh huh)
Kill a n*gga over soft white (uh huh)
You ain't from here, don't come here (nope)
And if you do, better walk light. (light!)

Our here is a nightmare, (mare)
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger (krueger)
N*ggas ain't got sh*t to lose, (lose)
Shoot it out like a Western movie.

The trigger ain't got no heart,
The n*gga behind it ain't got no love. (no love!)
These n*ggas ain't wearin' no mask
And these n*ggas ain't wearin' no glove (no glove!)

These n*ggas don't, fight no mo',
F*ck takin' the high road.
Lil' homie 'bout 16,
Bust a gun with his eyes closed.

F*ck with all that gangsta talk,
Know you ain't bout that life!
Pull that heater on yo ass,
Bet you come up off that ice. (ho!)

[Hook]

(North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis...)

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Fifty shots clear this b*tch out like a tornado,
Two choppas who identical - call 'em Cain and Abel.
Very fatal, dippin' in stash like a soup ladle,
Rolled up on him, shot him in his head - busted tomato.

You n*ggas get high on this sh*t,
Like the ho, ya nuts, (okay, okay, okay)
Shotgun blast to ya stomach, b*tch, on ya guts. (for real)

You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tough, (ch ch)
And when the bullets get to poppin', they don't give no f*cks (f*cks)
Money rules everything, and we got the cash,
Pay yo homies one bag, (one!) to blow up yo ass (pow pow)

Kidnap ya from ya residence, no mask no lie
F.B.I. found ya body in Project dumpster, BFI (ooooh, ooooh)