J-Hype - Show No Love Lyrics
J-Hype - Show No Love Lyrics
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Texas not a stranger
To the heat and the danger
OG something like pager major
Bubble up, double up
Cut 'em up, huddle up
My team, we gonna f*ck 'em up
All the Southside got
My back in the low-low
F*cking with a thug
I bring pain with a 44
Ja Rule rain
When you play with a cholo
I be riding solo
With a K in the 4-door
They ain't want no smoke
You could find me rollin'
With a pound of loud
A whole lotta game
And a pound of sauce
A lot of these vatos
Wanna play the boss
Pero les faltan huevos
Just to play the part
Show no love
Ou already know what's up
We got them sticks, them drums
So watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Show no love
T-Murda got the sticks and the drums
I'ma pour all my pain in my cup
Watch me pour all
This pain in this cup, aye aye
Niggaz hella mad
Ran me up some money, and they sad
Do the dash in a brand-new Jag
When I get it, I'ma hit
The flex button on yo' ass, ooh
I ain't trying to trip
I'm just trying to take a trip
Take a dip, stack my bread up
I'ma stack my chips
Niggaz mad, niggaz hoes
'Cause I'm posted up on go
Yeah, T-Murda hit the switch
The Glock and he gonna blow
And when I close my eyes
I never sleep
All these demons
Are always haunting me
But it's all good
'Cause I got God beside me
Crucifix on my chest
With Glock with a high beam
Glock right beside me
No introduction
If I'm 'bout to bust a drum
I can't leave it for discussion
Wipe the whole scene
I ain't worried 'bout percussion
My music really bussin'
You can hear it in the speaker
Burning rubber off the Charger
Yeah that bitch skrrr
Don't throw it in the air
If you heard about a shooting
But we was never there
Twelve hundred at the mall
Just to cop me some shoes
Yeah, them bitches was cheap
I had to cop me a few
Had a bad lil' bitch
But she was feeling the crew
Told 'em all you can have her
I'll be gone by two
Straight liquor, Hennessy
I ain't drinking the brew
Smoking hella trees
Yeah it's just what I do
Making money moves
Yeah it's all that I knew
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
Brass catcher with a beam
Magazine on my lap
I can't read
But I'm strapped, no lesbian
I've been asking
For forgiveness from the reverend
He can't help me, suggested
That I stay with a weapon
So I sleep with a slug
Long Colt leave a hole like a bowl
I'm connected with a few
If you're looking for a bow
I'm just tryna get dough
Been broke since I came out the womb
Ask my bro, he can tell you a lot more
Leftovers we ate most days, momma's gone
Sink or swim, what I learned
Show no love 'cause I got none back
No letters, no commissary
But JHype had my back
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
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English
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Texas not a stranger
To the heat and the danger
OG something like pager major
Bubble up, double up
Cut 'em up, huddle up
My team, we gonna f*ck 'em up
All the Southside got
My back in the low-low
F*cking with a thug
I bring pain with a 44
Ja Rule rain
When you play with a cholo
I be riding solo
With a K in the 4-door
They ain't want no smoke
You could find me rollin'
With a pound of loud
A whole lotta game
And a pound of sauce
A lot of these vatos
Wanna play the boss
Pero les faltan huevos
Just to play the part
Show no love
Ou already know what's up
We got them sticks, them drums
So watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Show no love
T-Murda got the sticks and the drums
I'ma pour all my pain in my cup
Watch me pour all
This pain in this cup, aye aye
Niggaz hella mad
Ran me up some money, and they sad
Do the dash in a brand-new Jag
When I get it, I'ma hit
The flex button on yo' ass, ooh
I ain't trying to trip
I'm just trying to take a trip
Take a dip, stack my bread up
I'ma stack my chips
Niggaz mad, niggaz hoes
'Cause I'm posted up on go
Yeah, T-Murda hit the switch
The Glock and he gonna blow
And when I close my eyes
I never sleep
All these demons
Are always haunting me
But it's all good
'Cause I got God beside me
Crucifix on my chest
With Glock with a high beam
Glock right beside me
No introduction
If I'm 'bout to bust a drum
I can't leave it for discussion
Wipe the whole scene
I ain't worried 'bout percussion
My music really bussin'
You can hear it in the speaker
Burning rubber off the Charger
Yeah that bitch skrrr
Don't throw it in the air
If you heard about a shooting
But we was never there
Twelve hundred at the mall
Just to cop me some shoes
Yeah, them bitches was cheap
I had to cop me a few
Had a bad lil' bitch
But she was feeling the crew
Told 'em all you can have her
I'll be gone by two
Straight liquor, Hennessy
I ain't drinking the brew
Smoking hella trees
Yeah it's just what I do
Making money moves
Yeah it's all that I knew
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
Brass catcher with a beam
Magazine on my lap
I can't read
But I'm strapped, no lesbian
I've been asking
For forgiveness from the reverend
He can't help me, suggested
That I stay with a weapon
So I sleep with a slug
Long Colt leave a hole like a bowl
I'm connected with a few
If you're looking for a bow
I'm just tryna get dough
Been broke since I came out the womb
Ask my bro, he can tell you a lot more
Leftovers we ate most days, momma's gone
Sink or swim, what I learned
Show no love 'cause I got none back
No letters, no commissary
But JHype had my back
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Texas not a stranger
To the heat and the danger
OG something like pager major
Bubble up, double up
Cut 'em up, huddle up
My team, we gonna f*ck 'em up
All the Southside got
My back in the low-low
F*cking with a thug
I bring pain with a 44
Ja Rule rain
When you play with a cholo
I be riding solo
With a K in the 4-door
They ain't want no smoke
You could find me rollin'
With a pound of loud
A whole lotta game
And a pound of sauce
A lot of these vatos
Wanna play the boss
Pero les faltan huevos
Just to play the part
Show no love
Ou already know what's up
We got them sticks, them drums
So watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat
Uhh uhh
Show no love
T-Murda got the sticks and the drums
I'ma pour all my pain in my cup
Watch me pour all
This pain in this cup, aye aye
Niggaz hella mad
Ran me up some money, and they sad
Do the dash in a brand-new Jag
When I get it, I'ma hit
The flex button on yo' ass, ooh
I ain't trying to trip
I'm just trying to take a trip
Take a dip, stack my bread up
I'ma stack my chips
Niggaz mad, niggaz hoes
'Cause I'm posted up on go
Yeah, T-Murda hit the switch
The Glock and he gonna blow
And when I close my eyes
I never sleep
All these demons
Are always haunting me
But it's all good
'Cause I got God beside me
Crucifix on my chest
With Glock with a high beam
Glock right beside me
No introduction
If I'm 'bout to bust a drum
I can't leave it for discussion
Wipe the whole scene
I ain't worried 'bout percussion
My music really bussin'
You can hear it in the speaker
Burning rubber off the Charger
Yeah that bitch skrrr
Don't throw it in the air
If you heard about a shooting
But we was never there
Twelve hundred at the mall
Just to cop me some shoes
Yeah, them bitches was cheap
I had to cop me a few
Had a bad lil' bitch
But she was feeling the crew
Told 'em all you can have her
I'll be gone by two
Straight liquor, Hennessy
I ain't drinking the brew
Smoking hella trees
Yeah it's just what I do
Making money moves
Yeah it's all that I knew
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
Brass catcher with a beam
Magazine on my lap
I can't read
But I'm strapped, no lesbian
I've been asking
For forgiveness from the reverend
He can't help me, suggested
That I stay with a weapon
So I sleep with a slug
Long Colt leave a hole like a bowl
I'm connected with a few
If you're looking for a bow
I'm just tryna get dough
Been broke since I came out the womb
Ask my bro, he can tell you a lot more
Leftovers we ate most days, momma's gone
Sink or swim, what I learned
Show no love 'cause I got none back
No letters, no commissary
But JHype had my back
Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
F*cking hustling just to eat, uhh uhh
Writer: JOSE LARIOS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: J-Hype
Featuring: Militia, Symphony
Language: English
Length: 4:45
Written by: JOSE LARIOS