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点击复制Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) (Made Famous by Jay-Z) - Hip Hop DJs United
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 f**ks spittin at me young rappers gettin at me
My ni**a Big predicted the sh*t 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 f**k I drove every car
Some nice cooked food some nice clean drawers
Bird-a** 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 f**kin 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 roundball
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 sh*t 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 （take 'em to church） in the heart of the city
Uh uh uh - my ni**a where's the love
Ain't no love in the heart of town
F**k
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 sh*t
Ni**a 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
Ni**a respect the game that should be it
What you eat don't make me sh*t - 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