Текст песни Aint No Love - Toure
(Right...
West
side,
you
know
what)
Don't
ask
if
this
out
I'm
dropping,
shit
I
know
this
the
drought
My
shit
potent,
I'm
focused
I'm
packing
up
my
clothes
and
I'm
out
2 hour
flight,
2 hour
drive
but
I'm
still
close
to
the
house
In
some
condos,
I
ain't
even
telling
hoes
no
posts
in
the
house
Came
a
long
way
from
my
ceiling
leaking
and
holes
in
the
house
Till
the
hoes
came,
I
ain't
even
want
no
hoes
in
the
house
Niggas
close
to
me,
posting
me,
saying
we
supposed
to
be
homies
Like
hopefully
bro'll
post
me
saying
this
supposed
to
be
out
4 months
straight,
no
I
can
pride
in
myself
I
got
it
and
I
done
felt
the
switch
up
and
I'm
proud
of
myself
I'm
stopping
myself,
sometimes
I
even
lied
to
myself
like
I'm
dropping
How
many
times
a
nigga
done
tried
to
get
help?
I
ain't
stopping
I'm
locked
in,
Bernard
Hopkins,
I'm
boxing
the
shelf
Still
got
trophies
from
before
Toure
was
even
popping
his
self
I
got
'em
or
the
savage
got
'em
He
shot
'em
and
slid
beside
him
How
would
you
know
all
about
it?
It's
probably
because
I
lined
it
myself
This
shit
coke,
I
could
do
a
line
of
myself
If
you
was
me
and
I
was
you,
I'd
probably
be
waiting
in
line
for
myself
Instead
of
hating,
I'd
probably
take
this
time
for
myself
(Just
to
get
it
right)
I
done
seen
love
turn
hate,
seen
real
turn
fake,
seen
friends
turn
enemies
I
realize
there
ain't
no
love
in
this
industry
Niggas
ain't
really
as
loyal
as
they
pretend
to
be
I
just
hope
when
I
go
they
remember
me
Love
my
city,
deep
down
I
know
they'll
finish
me
See
the
ocean
from
the
condo,
this
shit
lit
for
me
If
that
ain't
motivation,
I
don't
know
what
they
get
from
me
And
if
I
don't
answer
my
phone,
it's
on
DND
Hurt
my
heart,
I'm
on
the
West
coast
playing
PnB
Broken
heart,
I'm
on
the
West
coast
playing
PnB
(Playing
PnB,
playing
PnB)
Hurt
my
heart,
we
from
the
city
where
it's
so
hard
to
make
it
out
For
you
to
end
up
getting
rich
and
then
somebody
take
you
out
In
Philly
if
you
be
rich
and
don't
nobody
snake
you
out
or
slime
you
out
It's
like
a
jungle
if
you
end
up
climbing
out
Then
they
shot
you
and
it
shock
you
cause
we
end
up
finding
out
That
you
died
out
of
town
while
nobody
not
around
How
the
fuck
we
supposed
to
feel?
And
your
homies
they'll
slide
but
who
the
fuck
they
supposed
to
kill?
I
see
a
picture,
get
the
chills
thinking
bout
this
shit
for
real
I
done
seen
love
turn
hate,
seen
real
turn
fake,
seen
friends
turn
enemies
I
realize
there
ain't
no
love
in
this
industry
Niggas
ain't
really
as
loyal
as
they
pretend
to
be
I
just
hope
when
I
go
they
remember
me
Love
my
city,
deep
down
I
know
they'll
finish
me
See
the
ocean
from
the
condo,
this
shit
lit
for
me
If
that
ain't
motivation,
I
don't
know
what
they
get
from
me
And
if
I
don't
answer
my
phone,
it's
on
DND
Hurt
my
heart,
I'm
on
the
West
coast
playing
PnB
Broken
heart,
I'm
on
the
West
coast
playing
PnB
(Playing
PnB,
playing
PnB)
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