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[Verse 1]:Uh, uh, listenFirst the Fat Boys break up, now everyday I wake upSomebody got a problem wit' HovWhat's up? Y'all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddarAnd my records' movin' out the storeYoung fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at meMy nigga BIG predicted this shit exactlyMo' money, mo problems, gotta move carefully'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletesYoungins ice-grillin' me, oh, you not feelin' me?Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mindLook, I'm on my grind cousin', ain't got time for frontin'Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugsDamn, little mans, I'm just tryin'-a do meIf the record's two mill', I'm just tryin' to move threeGet a couple chicks, get 'em to try to do EHopefully they'll menage before I reach my garageI don't want much, fuck, I drove every carSome nice cooked food, some nice clean drawsBird-ass niggas, I don't mean to ruffle y'allI know you waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' my thing, where's the love?[Chorus]: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)[Verse 2]:Now The Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake upSomebody got somethin' to sayWhat's all the fuckin' fussin' for?Because I'm grubbin' more? And I pack heat like I'm the oven door?Niggas pray and pray on my downfallBut everytime I hit the ground, I bounce up like roundballNow I don't wanna have to kill soundballDon't wanna have to cock back the four-pound ballLook scrapper, I got nephews to look afterI'm not look at you dudes, I'm lookin' past yaI thought I told you cats that I'm not a rapperCan I live? I told you in '96 that I came to take this shit and I didHandled my biz, I scrambled like Randall wit' hisCunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, famJigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?[Chorus]: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[Verse 3]:Fuck, now Richard Pryor gon' burn upAnd Ike and Tina Turner break upThen I wake up to more bullshitYou knew my before records, never disrespected meNow that I'm successful, you pull this shitNigga, I'll step on ya porch, step to ya bossLet's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'allMales shouldn't be jealous, that's a female traitWhat, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger platesHaha, and more baggies, why you all aggie?Nigga, respect the game, that should be itWhat you eat don't make me shit, where's the love?[Chorus]:Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm(Where's the love?)Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmAin't no love in the heart of the cityAin't no love in the heart of townAin't no love in the heart of the cityAin't no love in the heart of townAin't no love in the heart of the cityAin't no love in the heart of townAin't no lovemore