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Slim Thug

Genres: Hip-Hop

No Love Lyrics - Slim Thug

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the South 

If you ain't from round here 

You might not make it out 

I done seen it all, plenty balled then fall 

One day buying the mall 

next day lost it all 

Don't let the hype fool you 

Keep the tool close by 

These jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five 

Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we soft 

You gon' know, when the real street niggas out 

 

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Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, Acres home 

When I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed 

Old school with a glass set, paint whip 

Back when if your role slipped you had to have respect 

Been on the streets for a long time 

Never changed, from the bottom to the top 

Why you watch me? 

Never stop, I always stayed on grind 

And you can do the same if you just 

wait yo' time, huh 

 

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga 

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga 

You might not even make it out the club, nigga 

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga 

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga 

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga 

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga 

These bitches want your money, 

they dont wanna fuck, nigga 

 

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Know them ho's remain violent 

Everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling 

Yeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit 

All up on your card, nigga 

Grimy dirty dirt, nigga 

You spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho 

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar leg before? 

Pert like that before? 

Well let me tell you about it 

Welcome to the homeless crew, H town verse everybody 

 

Ain't no fakes homey, this is no flex zone 

Them country niggas starving, eat a hole through 

your neck bone 

You best have your tour guide with ya' 

He best be on point, like a bullseye, nigga 

Little J said don't never let a nigga play 

We from the Brookes so it's cut throat anyway 

Shit, all I ever wanted was a cup of straight 

You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right 

 

You can call it what you want 

Round here we call it life, some make it, most don't 

But in the words of my OG pimp 

You gonna respect someone round here, real talk 

So niggas... 

 

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga 

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga 

You might not even make it out the club, nigga 

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga 

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga 

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga 

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga 

These bitches want your money, 

they dont wanna fuck, nigga 

 

Ho city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from 

Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit 

and get shot in they tongue 

When guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run 

Every week them Ho heads be like: 

Look what that damn fools damn done 

 

They mean them done shot up the block again 

There was zero near 

I don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers before I go in 

It's superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak 

And rap and rock niggas will kill your ass 

they tryna get a brick, let it down 

I'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back streets 

Even though they know me they might still try to jack me 

So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three 

Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep 

You can still call the drank man and get some codeine 

But call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine 

 

Welcome to Houston, my nigga 

Where you can have a good time or you can die, nigga (Eh) 

 

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga 

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga 

You might not even make it out the club, nigga 

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga 

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga 

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga 

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga 

These bitches want your money, 

they dont wanna fuck, nigga 

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