Chris "7Cree" Marshall - No Love lyrics

(Ain't no love here, n***a ain't no love here) (no love) [Verse1:7Cree] Now don't expect for me to play it cool Been in the Jeffrey Manor since grammar school (way back) 100th and Yates where n***as bust shots by the bus stop Better be from this block or get off at another bus stop Cause ain't no love here Just gun smoke and bullet fragments Dread heads saggin' thirsty for the trigger action Seem its a n***as pa**ion, roll up on some n***as lackin' No lip smackin' just shots fired and you know what happen That gun fire is more common than the birds chirpin' You hear that car skirtin' then that automatic t**n' (Damn, damn) Now her child dancing with the stars Growing up here is so hard I bet it change who you are Same n***as yellin' squad will put the hands in ya jar Take yo cookies and snitch on you, now yo a** behind bars Gotta watch out for the serpents Lurkin' no lie But If you a real a** n***a than you outta recognize [Hook1:7Cree] Better recognize, recognize, recognize That girl ain't yo girl and that n***a ain't yo guy Better recognize recognize, open up yo eyes Pay attention to the lies n***a Don't trust these hoes, keep yo eyes on yo friends Same n***as claim they got you, be plotting on yo end Better recognize recognize recognize (little n***a!) These streets don't love you love you Man them n***as ain't yo friends (Man them n***as ain't yo friends) Man them b**hes don't love you love you n***a in the end (Know that, know that) Ain't no love here, n***a ain't no love here (repeat3x) No love, no love, no love [Verse2:7Cree] It seem like the same n***as who claim they gotcha' Be the main ones that deserve a "Oscar" Look at these n***as and you see the puppet strings They claim they married to the streets but the streets don't wear the ring Yet they give it everything and end up stretched out on the pavement n***as snitchin' on they own for a small payment What you n***as still looking for love in these streets fo'? A bunch of Clown fishes still looking for "Nemo" (naw) [Hook1] [Verse2:Cee-Stacks] Now I can give a f** about another n***a Growing up they always said I was a money getta' Momma taught me f** em' Granny taught me get'em And runnin' through the streets taught me I should keep a pistol And keep my distance from these f** n***as I don't trust n***as, spot'em up at anytime that's a jump shot n***a Steph Curry with the pump, droppin' tre's with the trigger These n***as with the rats like they name was "Stuart Little" And I can never feel 'em pillow talkin' with these b**hes Man I can't even kiss 'em and they ballin fo' these b**hes Man I won't even diss 'em Cause I'm focused on my money and they never help me get it The streets cold hearted, show no love if you don't get it Cause a n***a will get you a sentence When you go from broke to stacking money winnin' Its best to keep yo distance fo' you come up missin' Either go and get yours or become a victim Cause its cut-throat the n***as with you Just might say somethin' when you jammed up Get you blammed up It's get that money first understand that If you real n***a you gone have to run this back (Huh) [Hook1]