Pico-Union [x2]
Ainât no love [x4]
Weâre missing in action living in a time when itâs in fashion
To be gun flashing, blasting thatâs why we ainât lasting
All fastened, strapped ready for rivals harassing
Looking over your shoulder ducking cars that are passing
In my rumbo you hear that Latin Lingo
Guns shoot through at pachucos fuckinâ sickos
With four nickels nobody walks around single
Get caught slipping theyâll pull your card from a window
Itâs that simple locals get gaffled by barrio locos
Steal their Spanish grease making them shed a tear like Willie Bobo
Over dollars, chains and rings things that are worth poco
A cocoâs out there stealing âcause theyâre fiending for perico
A head crack will strike and attack for a sack
Pawn or sell your shit to buy a rock and bring that high back
Thatâs why I strap itâs my defense against those
Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes?
Shit is survival of fittest testing whoâs biggest and realest on the street
Feel this beware of killers, stealers and dealers
Rebel guerillas striking on policemen who give us
Hard times in the city where no love is with us
âAinât no love
Ainât no love
In the cityâ [x2]
Ainât no love [x4]
In the city [x4]
Ainât no love