heart of the city ain t no love

Jay-z

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov
Whassup y all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little
cheddar

and my records movin out the sto ?
Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
Mo Money, Mo Problems - gotta move
carefully
Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes

Yung uns ice-grillin me, ohh - 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 though mans I m just tryin do me
If the record s two mill I m just tryin 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 niggaz 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..
Yeah..

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?
Niggaz 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 sound bar
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 ninety-six
that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunning-ham 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..
Niggaz, 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..
Fuck

Then Richard Pryor go 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 alla y all
Males shouldn t be jealous that s a female trait

Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y all don t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger
place
Hehehe, 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..