Uh, uhh, listen First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov' Whassup y'all niggas all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records moving out the sto'? Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" gotta move carefully Cause fagots hate when you getting money like athletes Yung'uns ice-grilling me, oh, you not feeling me? Fine, it cost you nothing, pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for fronting Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn though mans I'm just trying do me If the record's two mill' I'm just trying 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 niggas I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waiting in the wing but I'm doing 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 something to say What's all the fucking fussing for? Because I'm grubbing more and I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggas pray and pray on my downfall But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball Now I don't want to have to kill sound Don't want to have to cock back the four pound bar Look scrapper I got nephews to look after I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking 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 Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?
"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" 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 talking 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?
[Repeat: x3] "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city" "Ain't no love, in the heart of town"