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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 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, 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 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 Letras de canciones And then the Fugees gonna break up Now everyday I wake up, somebody got something to say What's all the fucking 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 shit, and I didhandle 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 (I said, where's the love?) Ain't no love in the heart of town 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 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? Nigga, respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit; 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 From Letras Mania