Rasco

Rasco - No Love lyrics

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"What the worrrrld needs now, is looove sweet looove

It's the only thing, that there's just, too little of" [echoes to fade]



[Rasco:]

Yeah, uhh, show 'em no love



[Intro:]

When these brothers try to get out of line

When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love

When these brothers try to test your crew

When these niggaz try to shit on you, show 'em no love

We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love

When they try to get down, show 'em no love



[Rasco:]

Aiyyo it's Dick Swan' back in the flesh, back to win

Now where a track stand, it lead in the PAC-10 (ha)

You can tell by the look in my eye

Dudes better not give it a try, here's why

I (what) bump the hardest, dump your garbage

If your tracks ain't tight I make 'em bump regardless

It's the marksman, hittin your targets

Give 'em one shot clean in places that's unseen (blaow)

What's wrong with the world today?

I just want my little girl to play, let her find her way

That's why I'm on the grind today

Never havin no time to play, a brother got rhymes to say

(Yeah) I got bills to pay

I know you cats wanna know why I feel this way

Cause the man got us locked down, we gotta put it to a stop now

Hey let's burn this whole place down



[Chorus:]

When these brothers try to get out of line

When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love

When these brothers try to test your crew

When these niggaz try to shit on you, show 'em no love

When these brothers really get off track

Try to talk shit behind your back, show 'em no love

We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love

When they try to get down, show 'em no love



[Rasco:]

Yo, I rock heavy handed

Go to your face at a pace with the intent to do heavy damage

They just couldn't stand it, man they had to test

But you niggaz never had to press

Nobody knows who your clique is, but I tell you what the trick is

(What?) Ride the next nigga dick kid

See if these cats can sell your name

With enough pub maybe they can swell your brain

To hell with fame (yeah) that was never the need

At my own pace settin the speed, checkin the feed

Give me one second to breathe, man I have your whole mouth taped up

Paralyzed from the waist up

But I gotta stay laced up, with the fresh gear

Guess you gotta get it next year

Get it clear man, this is never a joke

I know cats still sellin the smoke, aiyyo



[Chorus]



[Rasco:]

I give 'em nothin they can cling to

Like fastballs on the swing-through; aiyyo I didn't really mean to

Most have known I'm postin strong

'Til cats had to ask what the fuck is wrong

Fuck your song (damn!) Man your bars is weak

I'll be out givin scars to cheeks, hard to speak

Bring me the hardest beats, start settlin in

Watch Ras start wearin 'em thin

Like, melted ice you felt it twice

Bet a joint like this never felt this nice

I paid the price (yeah) spent a lot of time lookin for chips

Still cookin up marvelous shit

Yo, peace to A's, we flipped the page

Have you run around yellin out "Jesus saves," yeah

Look above, you dudes is scrubs

When these niggaz really try to get down show 'em no love



[Chorus]
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