Ain’t No Love lyrics

Now $hort! I know you didn't think that sh*t was over
You little ugly ass n*gga!

Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort (4x)

Now mickity mic down
Guns out, mothaf*ckas
Lowin' the holes
It's the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real n*ggas don't get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all that punk ass Racia sh*t
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a b*tch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't f*ck
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend n*gga
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want
So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, f*cked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, f*ck talkin' bad
No punk let?s me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak sh*t
And I'm down with this street sh*t
And you ain't sh*t but a weak b*tch
The ugliest n*gga in rap
Try to cap on the n*gga
From the mothaf*ckin' hood
So when I see you it's all good

Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort (4x)

Ant Banks: read this...

I boarded to your ass last year
But you didn't hear me dough
It's 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin' hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
n*gga, you can suck this
And you must like slurpin' di*ks
Because you ridin' on $hort's tip
Like a jockin' little b*tch
Ridin' around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're clownin' now
The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you ain't sh*t but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place
With that blank ass look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
Can't hang on the block
Cause you ain't sh*t but a punk
So I ain't givin' no rule
To assume you want some mothaf*ckin' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass want to trip
And to this hollow-tip, b*tch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause on the streets, n*gga, it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort

Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it's your b*tch, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned b*tch got just a little too hot
It's goin' down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp b*tch got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin' your b*tch
And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the b*tch
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the b*tch
Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like bein' ugly
Came at a n*gga wrong
Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on
b*tch ass n*gga ain't got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' your punk ass started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin' in your lexus
n*gga, put on the vest
And stay the f*ck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort (4x)