Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love), artist - Jay-Z. Album song The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) |
Uh, uh, listen |
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up |
Somebody got a problem with Hov' |
What’s up you all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar |
and my records moving out the store? |
Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me |
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly |
«More money, more problems" — gotta move carefully |
'cause faggots hate when you getting money like athletes |
Yung’uns ice-grilling me, oh — you’re not feeling me? |
Fine; |
it cost you nothing — pay me no mind |
Look, I’m on my grind cousin, ain’t got time for fronting |
Sensitive thugs, you all need hugs |
Damn though mans I’m just trying do me |
If the record’s two mill I’m just trying 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 niggas I don’t mean to ruffle you all |
I know you’re waiting in the wing but I’m doing 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 Fugee’s gonna break up, now everyday I wake up |
Somebody got something to say |
What’s all the fucking fussing for? |
Because I’m grubbing more |
and I pack heat like I’m the oven door? |
Niggas 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 southpaw |
Don’t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar |
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after |
I’m not looking at you dudes, I’m looking past you |
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 |
Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam |
Jigga held you down six summers; |
damn, where’s the love? |
«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.» |
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 talking to all you |
Males shouldn’t be jealous that’s a female trait |
Watch you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight? |
You 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.» |