Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) (Live On MTV Unplugged / 2001)

Uh, uhh, listen

First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with Hov'

Whassup y'all niggas all fed up cause I got a little cheddar

And my records moving out the sto'?

Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me

My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly

"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" gotta move carefully

'Cause fagots hate when you getting money like athletes

Yung'uns ice-grilling me, oh, you not feeling me?

Fine, it cost you nothing, pay me no mind

Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for fronting

Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs

Damn little mans I'm just trying do me

If the record's two mill' I'm just trying move three

Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E

Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage

I don't want much, fuck I drove every car

Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers

Bird-ass niggas I don't mean to ruffle y'all

I know you waiting in the wing but I'm doing my thing

Where's the love?

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city

I said where's the love?

Ain't no love, in the heart of town

Yeah

And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up

Somebody got something to say

What's all the fucking fussing for? Because I'm grubbing more

And I pack heat like I'm the oven door?

Niggas pray and pray on my downfall

But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball

Now I don't want to have to kill sound ball

Don't want to have to cock back the four pound bar

Look scrapper I got nephews to look after

I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past ya

I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper

Can I live? I told you in ninety-six

That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz

I scramble like Randall with his

Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam

Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?