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[Jay-Z] 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 fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit 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, fuck I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass 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 fuckin 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(?) 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 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? "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 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 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? 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..."

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