No Luv lyrics

[Verse 1: Converse]
I got N-O L-O-V-E for MTV
You can't see me in the locs in a black beanie
Got no love for cops, not even a teeny-weeny bit, sh*t
My black truck got the phat kit

[Verse 2: Full Clip]
So what you thought, you stupid little b*tch? (Little b*tch!)
That Full Clip gave up at all this Rydin' sh*t? (Hell no!)
What love I had left, I done shot it
And what hate I'm puttin' out, motherf*cker, well, you got it!

[Verse 3: Sawed Off]
Check this out, dawg, I don't give a f*ck
That's why I'm bombin' on you b*tches, I ain't got no love
This whole world's insane and psycho, listen to the thugism
Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in 'em

[Verse 4: Lil' Shank]
Representin' the Rydas because we mashin' and thuggin'
Ain't got no love for y'all buggin', thinkin' we wildin' for nothin'
If in your face, it's for somethin', my windows down, my truck bumpin'
My fifteen speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin'

[Verse 5: Cell Block]
I got no love for the government (f*ck that sh*t!)
They upset 'cause I'm clockin' more skrilla than the motherf*ckin' president
Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks
Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name
[Verse 6: Bullet]
I got no love for innocent people caught in the way
Between a Ryda and his pay, ain't no way, not today
It's been a long time and I've been waitin' on this chance
So when my bullets advance, I'm puttin' sh*t in your pants

[Verse 7: Converse]
I'm comin' straight from the murder glove, I got no love
My style's underground, but still so much above
You can try and shove me, I still won't budge
And a thousand years from now, I'll still be holdin' a grudge

[Verse 8: Full Clip]
All these punk b*tch ass motherf*ckers runnin' around
Claimin' to ride get chopped the f*ck down
You could even know me, run up and give a dap
The second you turn around, you catchin' one in the back

[Verse 9: Sawed Off]
Man please, there's so many out here frontin'
Beatty-eyed motherf*ckers, always lookin' for something
That's why I never did and never would have any love
For the simple fact I hate to love, b*tch what?!

[Verse 10: Lil Shank]
Ain't got no love for y'all b*tches, y'all pus*y is your only asset
Let's put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get
Don't be a customer, gettin' bucked for all your cheddar
Once a John, twice a trick, should've known better, it ain't no love
[Verse 11: Cell Block]
For punks who pack unloaded pistols
Then keep it plain and simple, you soft as Shirley Temple
I take the gat from you and bust your whole sh*t out
And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out your mouth

[Verse 12: Bullet]
They call my Doctor Loveless, ain't got no love for no other
Then for your head and hot lead, about to make love to one another
I'm lovin' no one, if you ain't a Ryda, bullets inside you
And David Copperf*ck couldn't hide you from the slugs

[Verse 13: Converse]
Caps spit, all fly hoes suck di*k
I got no love if you ain't tryin' f*ck, b*tch
Trick, another motherf*cker
I got no love for radio DJs, your ma's a di*ksucker

[Verse 14: Full Clip]
I got a full clip of these heatseekin' bullets with your name (Aw sh*t)
You're about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim (b*tch)
I already got front page newspaper fame
Plus, this drink got me on this anti-love thing

[Verse 15: Sawed Off]
Only love I got is this gat in your back
When I'm jackin' your track to make it ten times more phat
What makes you think anybody was feelin' you?
sh*t, every time I see your ass, I think about killin' you!
[Verse 16: Lil Shank]
I got no love for your side, your side don't got no love back
Ain't got no love for the haters, mad 'cause I'm holdin' a gat
Ain't got no time for that chatter, man, you can kill all that mess
I'm aimin' straight for your face, so f*ck your Teflon vest

[Verse 17: Cell Block]
There ain't no love for the [?] addicted to my crack
If they layin' on their deathbed, I'm still gettin' my money back
No love for the family and f*ck all their friends
Best believe I'm gettin' my cheddar back up in the end

[Verse 18: Bullet]
Black trucks, we let you know we comin' with bumps
That don't increase your chances, no way, when the shotgun pumps
I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost
My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like f*ck-ass pot roast

[Chorus]
'Cause you a f*ckass (Punk-ass f*ckass!)
In the f*ckin' way of my cash (In the way of my money!)
So it's you I blast (Ain't no love for no f*ckass!)
You a f*ckass (b*tch!)
In the f*ckin' way of my cash (No love, motherf*ckers!)
So it's you I blast (I'll bullethole you, I'll funeral you)
You a f*ckass (Cover your nugget, b*tch!)
In the f*ckin' way of my cash (Stay away from my cheddar!)
So it's you I blast (You better get down and lay down, motherf*cker!)
You a f*ckass (Bring it!)
In the f*ckin' way of my cash (You done f*cked up now!)
So it's you I blast
Whatever's whatever!
Rydas don't love!