Heart of the City (Ain't No Love)

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city

(Take 'em to church)
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
Holla at me
I said, where's the love?
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar

(Ain't no love, in the heart of the city)
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems", gotta move carefully
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
Fuck
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more
And my records movin' out the sto'?

Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind
Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all

Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all
Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss

I scramble like Randall with his
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin' move three
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Where's the love?
Yung'uns ice-grillin' me, ohh, you not feelin' me?
Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
I know you waitin' in the wing but I'm doin' my thing
That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz

Yeah
Where's the love?
Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
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

And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov'
I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya

Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage
Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?

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

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar
And I pack heat like I'm the oven door
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
(Ain't no love in the heart of the city)
Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit
I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper
Uh, uh, uh, my nigga where's the love?
'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
I don't want much, fuck I drove every car

Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin' is numbers fam
Niggaz, where's the love?
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs
Somebody got somethin' to say
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Ain't no love, in the heart of town

Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me
Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
What you eat don't make me shit, where's the love?
Damn though mans I'm just tryin' do me
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball