Jay Z - Heart of the city (Ain't No Love)

[Produced by Kanye West]

[Verse 1: Jay Z]

First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with Hov

What's up? You niggas all fed up ‘cause I got a little cheddar

And my record's movin' out the store?

Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me

My nigga Big predicted this shit exactly

"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" – gotta move carefully

‘Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes

Youngins ice-grillin' me — oh, 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, little mans, I'm just tryin' do me

If the record's two mil I'm just tryin' move three

Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E

Hopefully they'll ménage 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 waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' my thing

Where's the love?

[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]

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

[Verse 2: Jay Z]

And then the Fugees gonna 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?

Niggas pray and pray on my downfall

But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball

Now, I don't wanna have to kill soundboys

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 '96 that I came to take this shit

And I did handle my biz, I scramble like Randall with his

Cunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, fam

Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?

[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]

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

[Verse 3: Jay Z]

Then Richard Pryor gon' 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 all of y'all

Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait

What, you mad ‘cause you push dimes and he sell weight?

Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates

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?

[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]

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