No Love Twista (Ft. The Game)

[Verse 1: Twista]
Now when it comes to blowin' dro you know I got's the bomb
Quick to dump these bullets up in your ass like Lebron
Got me bustin' at these haters, I'm a motherfucking killa
Just call me the West Side Mobster, I'm your real ass nigga
Motherfuckas try to play me cause they know I get my cash on
Do a 187 with this motherfuckin' mask on
Jumpin' up outta the truck
Deep as the bass on this bomb beat
Tore his dome apart, left his brains on the concrete
Now I gets more paper then the rest of these ballas
Runnin' to the tat by the tat [?]
With the street sweeper from the corner
Never catch me slippin', cause I'm known to keep a trey pound
Lay down, blast on that ass cause I'm from K-town, nigga
They hated since the very start, so I shitted on the game

[Bridge: Twista]
That's why Twista gots... no heart
(Ain't no love bitch)
Twista gots... no heart
(Ain't no love bitch)
That's why Twista got's no heart

[Hook: Twista] x2
Finna shoot a nigga up (x2) if he do not wanna get me my payuh (Ain't no love bitch)
Kill a nigga for the dust (x2) cause that's the chi town way-uh (Ain't no love bitch)