No Love Slim Thug (Ft. J-Dawg & Z-Ro)

[Verse 1: 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
Homestead, Greenspoint, 5th Ward, Acres home
When I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed
Old school with a glass set, paint whip
Back when if you rode slab 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

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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 don't wanna fuck, nigga