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letra de ain't no love - black dynasty

[intro]
ain’t no love, love, love, love…
ain’t no love, love, love…

[hook x2]
ain’t no love in the city streets
(r.i.p., r.i.p.)
ain’t no love in the city streets
(r.i.p., r.i.p.)
on the east side, wanted for a homicide

[verse 1: dion stewart]
all for one, and one for all
another brother face down on the ground from a shot call
bullets raggin’ and my foes gettin’ hit
r.i.p. to marfim and my n-gg- chip
when is this godd-mn k!llin’ gon’ stop?
everyday another brother found dead on a different block
from 11 500 to the west side
brothers callin’, do and die, see, full of homicides
and ain’t no sins in lockin’ up for nothin’
’cause when you cross me i’m blowin’ your family up
doin’ dirt, puttin’ work just to survive
in a city where the brothers drop the [?]
the body knows when it’s your time to go
but see, like every week i’m [?] another k!llin’, bro
that’s how it is, ’cause it ain’t no love
rest in peace to that boy b-dub

[hook]

[chorus]
i kiss him, for his missy or should i spray?
i gotta get payed

[verse 2: kariem abdullah]
way back in ’84 i got my scrilla night
there was no love up in the s— we call the dope game
slappin’ beams and sellin’ cream was like a bad dream
i kept about a 100 k!llas on my murder team
c-ckin’ glocks and bustin’ caps up on the crackspot
i got mo’ straps on my block like 2pac
i’m givin’ a d-mn, i won’t be faded in the city streets
can’t sleep, i toss and turn up in my silver sheets
oh no, who is that lookin’ through my window?
i think somebody is tryna sneak up to my back door
this paranoia’s got me tweekin’ on the late night
checkin’ my phones [?] makin’ sure that i’m wrapped tight
i’m diggin’ them b-tches for them snitches on my neighborhood
i’m peelin’ caps up in the o because it’s all good
i read the paper [?] these suckas just got blown away
i guess my ak had another good day
so don’t slip in this town we call the east side
do or die, homicide’s got me on a hoo-ride

[hook]
dion: east oakland, yeah, that’s right…

[interlude]
(n-gg-s talkin’)
remember me, n-gg-?
-shots-

[verse 3: dion stewart]
it’s a late night, i’m movin’ quiet as h-ll
got my chop in the bushes on the church straight gettin’ my mail
posted up in the cut so i can’t be seen
dressin’ on black, slangin’ cream to the fiends
but fools slide through, hangin’ out the roof of a old deuce
hollin’ out “break yourself, fool”
so i bust to the cut to get my gat
boom boom, hallow points up in my back
now i’m layin’ on the ground and i’m bleedin’
am i dreamin’? d-mn, i see demons
oh god, would you please just let me live?
can’t die ’cause i’m thinkin’ ’bout my kids
so i [?] to the bush and got my sh-t
bustin’ caps as i see my blood drip
the situation’s got me feelin’ like a dead man
flexin’ light before my eyes, i see the ambulance
now i’m led on the stretch up from the gun spray
like mc hammer, boy, i gots to pray
-starts praying in arab-
…to the east

[hook]

[chorus]

[outro: brian “babywig” wiggins]
yeah, deep east oakland, fool
quick to get yo wig split
we ain’t takin’ no shorts out here
real oakland o.g.’s stickin’ to the street
and remember: when there’s a wig, there’s a way
-laughs-

- black dynasty

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