Heart of the City (Ain't No Love) [Instrumental Version] (Cover Version)

Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) (Cover Version) - Hip Hop Masters

Written by：D. Walsh/M. Price/Kanye West/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 f**ks spittin' at me young rappers getting at me

My ni**a Big predicted this sh*t exactly

Mo' money mo' problems gotta move carefully

'Cause faggots hate when you getting money like athletes

Youngins ice-grilling me oh you not feeling me

Fine it cost you nothing 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 trying do me

If the record's two mil I'm just trying 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 f**k I drove every car

Some nice cooked food some nice clean drawers

Bird-a** niggas I don't mean to ruffle y'all

I know you 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

And then the fugees gonna break up

Now everyday I wake up somebody got something to say

What's all the f**king 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 looking at you dudes I'm looking 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 sh*t 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 summer's damn 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

Heart of town

Ain't no love in the heart of the city

My ni**a where's the love

Ain't no love in the heart of town

F**k

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 sh*t

Ni**a I'll step on your porch step to your boss

Let's end the speculation I'm talking 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

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