| Uh, uh, listen
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| First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
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| Somebody got a problem with Hov'
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| What’s up you all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar
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| and my records moving out the store?
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| Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me
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| My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
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| «More money, more problems" — gotta move carefully
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| 'cause faggots hate when you getting money like athletes
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| Yung’uns ice-grilling me, oh — you’re not feeling me?
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| Fine; |
| it cost you nothing — pay me no mind
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| Look, I’m on my grind cousin, ain’t got time for fronting
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| Sensitive thugs, you all need hugs
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| Damn though mans I’m just trying do me
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| If the record’s two mill I’m just trying move three
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| Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
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| Hopefully they’ll menage before I reach my garage
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| I don’t want much, fuck I drove every car
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| Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
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| Bird-ass niggas I don’t mean to ruffle you all
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| I know you’re waiting in the wing but I’m doing my thing
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| Where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.»
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| I said where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| Yeah.
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| And then the Fugee’s gonna break up, now everyday I wake up
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| Somebody got something to say
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| What’s all the fucking fussing for? |
| Because I’m grubbing more
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| and I pack heat like I’m the oven door?
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| Niggas pray and pray on my downfall
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| But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
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| Now I don’t wanna have to kill southpaw
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| Don’t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
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| Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
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| I’m not looking at you dudes, I’m looking past you
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| I thought I told you characters I’m not a rapper
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| Can I live? |
| I told you in ninety-six
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| that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
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| I scramble like Randall with his
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| Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam
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| Jigga held you down six summers; |
| damn, where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.»
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| Niggas, where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| Holla at me!
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| «Ain't no love"(take 'em to church) «in the heart of the city.»
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| Uh, uh, uh — my nigga where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| Fuck
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| Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
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| Then I wake up to more bullshit
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| You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
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| Now that I’m successful you’ll pull this shit
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| Nigga I’ll step on your porch, step to your boss
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| Let’s end the speculation, I’m talking to all you
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| Males shouldn’t be jealous that’s a female trait
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| Watch you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
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| You all don’t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
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| Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
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| Nigga respect the game, that should be it
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| What you eat don’t make me shit — where’s the love?
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| Where’s the love?
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.»
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.»
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.»
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| «Ain't no love, in the heart of town.»
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| «Ain't no love.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) , by - Jay-Z. Song from the album The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп