Heart of the City (Ain't No Love) [Live]

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 round ball 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 in the heart of the city) (Take 'em to church) 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 Ain't no love