Lyric Ain t No Love

Now $hort! I know you didn t think that shit was over
you little ugly ass nigga!

Too $hort...
Nothin can save ya
Ain t no love $hort (4x)

Now mickity mic down
Guns out mothafuckas
Lowin the holes
It s the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real niggas don t get in court and squeal
Yeah regard all that punk ass Racia shit
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a bitch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you ve been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin and chokin , Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin about the day before
See you never shouldn t fuck
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want

So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fucked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let s hood ride, mob, fuck talkin bad
No punk let s me check myself, partner
I ain t gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin is weak shit
And I m down with this street shit
And you aint shit but a weak bitch
The ugliest nigga in rap
Try to cap on the nigga
From the mothafuckin hood
So when I see you it s all good

Too $hort...
Nothin can save ya
Aint no love, $hort (4x)

Ant Banks: read this...

I boarded to your ass last year
But you didn t hear me dough
It s 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
Nigga, you can suck this
And you must like slurpin dicks
Because you ridin on $hort s tip
Like a jockin little bitch
Ridin around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that s why you re clownin now
The bigidy Banksta ain t no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you aint shit but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin out of place
With that blank ass look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
Can t hang on the block
Cause you aint shit but a punk
So I ain t givin no rule
To assume you want some mothafuckin funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass wanna trip
And to this hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause on the streets, nigga, it s all good

Too $hort...
Nothin can save ya
Ain t no love, $hort

Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it s your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot
it s goin down, pannies comin off
Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin your bitch
And runnin back tellin all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the bitch
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the bitch
Stop spendin all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like bein ugly
Came at a nigga wrong
Little cavity creep walkin around with Nikes on
Bitch ass nigga ain t got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin your punk ass started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin in your lexus
Nigga, put on the vest
And stay the fuck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it s all good

Too $hort...
Nothin can save ya
Ain t no love, $hort (4x)