Lloyd Banks - No Love Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Hand full of haters
Know wen I stop em survivor of close calls though I'm feelin like deaths knockin
Insides numb
Thank God for music my heads rockin
Wasn't for that id be lost now racen against the clock
An I can see it in your smile you don't mean it, livin foul is your secret
Want me down on the cement talent found I'm a keep it
My brothers keeper
Keepin my head above the water
Lifes a bitch beggin but I got nothin for her
Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller
Rock sporter gimme floor space, I'm a need a stupid flip
There's money cars bitches n jewels to get, let's do this shitt
Look how my music hits, I got that loud on
Sour diesel in a cloud gone get ya style torn
Heart crosses for body losses
Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses
I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown
Livin my dream keep wat u think, don't spoil it now
I can sense the hate before the frown ya born a clown
Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft
In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors
The mac bridge she get across I met her jaws
5 star flaws n better tours n chedda toss
My work bodies like a shotti let off in the party
Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody
You send ya bitch to line me you gon lose ya bonnie
He no/know rude awakening you find me w the ruger round me

[Chorus:]
R.I.P my nigga I'm a see ya wen I see ya
I'm holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but
But they'll never be another crew like us
Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush
And till the day I'm done
They'll be no love
No love
No love
They ain't no more left

[Verse 2:]
Damn pops I miss you I'll see you wen I get there
Wish I can tell u you were right kuz u ain't missin shit here
Fans turned on me never thought itd be this weird
Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears
Swung the last ten I'm a kill em the next 6 years
Tryna block the pain w the liquor my nigga sick scared
R.I.p to roster, salute w the choppuh
Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka
Smokin like I smoke now, now it's part of my intro
Same shit that we used to brush offs hard on my mental
Beast mode they led me to snap target my pencil
They been borrowin a while now, countin the years I lent you
I got the block poppin, big ass rock coppin
G throwin and top droppin, jus know wen the cops watchen
These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way
From birds eye jockin I'm puffin a dime a day

[Chorus]