Psychopathic Rydas - No Luv lyrics

[Converse:] I got N-O-L-O-V-E for MTV You can't see me in the locs in a black beemy Got no love for cops not even a teeny weeny ...bit, sh** My black truck got the phat kit [Full Clip:] So what you though you stupid little b**h? That Full Clip gave up on all this rydin' sh**? What love I had left I done shot it And what hater put out muthaf**a well, you got it [Sawed Off:] Check this out dog I don't give a f** That's why I'm bombin' on you b**hes I don't got no love This whole world is insane and psycho listen to the thug-ism Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in them [Lil' Shank:] Representin' the Rydas because were mashin' and thuggin' Ain't got no love for yall buggin' thinking were wildin' for nothing If in your face its for something my windows down my truck bumpin' My fifty speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin' [Cell Block:] I got no love for the government (f** that sh**) They upset cause I'm clockin' more skrilla then the muthaf**in' president Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name [Bullit:] 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 been waitin' on this chance So when my bullets advance, I'm putting sh** in your pants [Converse: I'm comin' straight from the murder glove I got no love My styles underground but still so much above You can try and shove me I still won't budge And a thousand years from now I still be holdin' a grudge [Full Clip:] All these punk b**h a** muthaf**as runnin around Claimin' to ride get chopped the f** down You can even know me run up and give a dap The second you turn around your catchin' one in the back [Sawed Off:] Man please, there's so many out here frontin' Beatty eyed muthaf**as always lookin' for something That why I never did and never would have any love For the simple fact I hate to love, b**h what [Lil' Shank:] Ain't got no love for yall b**hes yall p**y as your only a**et Lets put that a** in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get Don't be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it ain't no love [Cell Block:] For punks who pack unloaded pistols Then keep it plane and simple you soft as Shirley Temple I take the gat from you and bust your whole sh** out And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out you mouth [Bullit:] They call my doctor loveless ain't got no love for no other Then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya And David Copper-f** couldn't hide you... from the slugs [Converse:] Caps spit off fly hoes s** dick I got no love if you ain't tryna f**, b**h Trick another muthaf**a I got no love for radio DJ's ma's a dick s**er [Full Clip:] I got a full clip of these heat seekin' bullets with your name Your about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim I already got front page news paper fame Plus this drink got me on this anti love thing [Sawed Off:] Only love I got is this gat in your back When I'm jackin' your tractor make it 10 times more fat What makes you think anybody was feelin' you? sh** every time I see your a** I think about k**in' you [Lil' Shank:] I got no love for you 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 k** all that mess I'm aiming straight for your face so f** your Teflon vest [Cell Block:] There ain't no love for the dust nose addicted to my crack There layin' on their d**h bed I'm still getting' my money back No love for the family and f** all there friends Best believe I'm getting my cheddar back in the end [Bullit:] Black trucks, we let you no we coming with bumps And 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** a** pot roast Cause you a f** a** (punk a** f** a**) In the f**in' way of my cash (In the way of my MONEY) So it's, you I blast (Ain't no love for no f** a**) You a f** a** in the f**in' way of my cash (no love muthaf**a) So it's, you I blast (I'll bullet hole ya, I'll funeral ya) You a f** a** (cover your nuts b**h) In the f**in' way of my cash (stay away from my cheddar) So it's, you I blast (you better get down and lay down muthaf**a) You a f** a** (bring it) In the f**in' way of my cash (you done f**ed up now) So its, you I blast (whatever's whatever, Rydas don't love)