And I pack heat like I'm the oven door
Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all
And my records movin' out the sto'?
Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin'
Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin' is numbers fam
Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage
Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss
That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya
Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs
I scramble like Randall with his
Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Where's the love?
(Take 'em to church)
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
Holla at me
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more
I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin' move three
I said, where's the love?
Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
(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
Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?
'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes
Then I wake up to more bullshit
Uh, uh, uh, my nigga where's the love?
Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Yeah
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
I don't want much, fuck I drove every car
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
Niggaz, where's the love?
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
(Ain't no love, in the heart of the city)
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me shit, where's the love?
I know you waitin' in the wing but I'm doin' my thing
Yung'uns ice-grillin' me, ohh, you not feelin' me?
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Fuck
(Ain't no love in the heart of the city)
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems", gotta move carefully
Somebody got somethin' to say
Somebody got a problem with Hov'
Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind
And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
Damn though mans I'm just tryin' do me
Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar
Where's the love?
