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Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain`t No Love)

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[Verse 1]:
Uh, uh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got a problem wit` Hov
What`s up? Y`all niggas all fed up `cause I got a little cheddar
And my records` movin` out the store
Young fucks spittin` at me, young rappers gettin` at me
My nigga BIG 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 all need hugs
Damn, little mans, I`m just tryin`-a do me
If the record`s two mill`, I`m just tryin` to move three
Get a couple 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 draws
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?

[Chorus]:
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)

[Verse 2]:
Now 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 everytime I hit the ground, I bounce up like roundball
Now I don`t wanna have to kill soundball
Don`t wanna have to cock back the four-pound ball
Look scrapper, I got nephews to look after
I`m not look at you dudes, I`m lookin` past ya
I thought I told you cats that I`m not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in `96 that I came to take this shit and I did
Handled my biz, I scrambled like Randall wit` his
Cunningham, but the only thing runnin` is numbers, fam
Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where`s the love?

[Chorus]:
Ain`t no love in the heart of the city
(Niggas, where`s the love?)
Ain`t no love in the heart of town (holla at me)
Ain`t no love (take `em to church) in the heart of the city (uh, uh, uh)
(My nigga where`s the love?)
Ain`t no love in the heart of town

[Verse 3]:
Fuck, now Richard Pryor gon` burn up
And Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew my before records, never disrespected me
Now that I`m successful, you pull this shit
Nigga, I`ll step on ya porch, step to ya 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
Haha, 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?

[Chorus]:
Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm
(Where`s the love?)
Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm
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

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