Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love)

Listen, first the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with Hov

What's up? You niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar

And my record's movin' out the store?

Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me

My nigga B.I.G. predicted this shit exactly

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

'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes

Youngins ice-grillin' me, oh, you not feelin' me?

Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind

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

Sensitive thugs, y'all need hugs

Damn, little mans, I'm just tryin' do me

If the record's two mil I'm just tryin' move three

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

Hopefully they'll ménage 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 waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' 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

And then the Fugees gon' break up

Now everyday I wake up, somebody got somethin' to say

What's all the fuckin' fussin' for?

Because I'm grubbin' 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 roundball

Now, I don't wanna have to kill soundboys

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

Look, scrapper, I got nephews to look after

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

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

Can I live? I told you in '96 that I came to take this shit

And I did handle my biz, I scramble like Randall with his

Cunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, fam

Jigga held you down six summers, damn

Where's the love?

Ain't no love in the heart of the city