The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
 

 Verse 1
 I'm sick up in this game
 I'll take no secondary shorts &
 slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
 Menace II Society mad man killer
 just call me the East Bay Gangsta
 neighborhood drug dealer
 Quick to make decisions & I'm
 quick to get my blast on
 Do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
 Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
 tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
 Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
 rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
 I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
 A-K blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
 slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
 much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart

 Ain't no love trick
 The trigga gots no heart
 
 (gunshot)

 Verse 2
 Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga
 nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
 And uhh playas he can't give me no love
 'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
 slangin' dub sacks
 and I duck when they fly by
 'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
 caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
 ya better use that nina
 'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
 and umm I'm taking up a hobby
 maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
 I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks
 I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
 Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
 187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart

 Ain't no love trick
 The trigga gots no heart
 Ain't no love trick

 Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
 if he no give my pay
 Ain't no love trick
 

 Verse 3
 The trigga gots no heart
 & I'll be damned if I'm broke old
 pushin' on a shoppin cart
 They blast on a friend of me
 another sad case of a mistaken identity
 12 O' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
 I sat & watched them shoot my homey
 seen his face crack
 Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
 a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
 Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
 Seventeen in his body left the boy full
 of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
 I let my hair platt & let my mail stack
 But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
 his posse came & they triggas had no heart

 Me kill all man say kill all man say
 kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
 Kill all man say kill all man say
 kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
 Kill all man say kill all man say
 kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock

 Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact
 is back in the house man for nine-trey
 this here see kill a man wit me Glock
 BLOW!! 187 thousand G