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 Niggas, where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city (take 'em to church) My nigga, where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town Then Richard Pryor gon' and burn up And Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit Nigga, I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait What, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates And more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga, respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit, where's the love? Where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love-