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