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Uh, uhh,
the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with
Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up I got a little cheddar
And my movin' out the sto'?

Young fucks spittin' at me, young gettin' at me
My nigga Big predicted the exactly
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems", gotta carefully
'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money athletes

Yung'uns ice-grillin' me, ohh, you not me?
Fine, it you nothin', pay me no mind
Look, I'm on my cousin, ain't got time for frontin'
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need

Damn mans I'm just tryin' do me
If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin' three
Get a of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my

I don't want much, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, nice clean drawers
Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle
I know you in the wing but I'm doin' my thing
the love?

(Ain't no love, in the of the city)
I said, where's the
(Ain't no love, in the of town)

And then the gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
got somethin' to say
What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm more
And I pack heat like I'm the door

Niggaz and pray on my downfall
But I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball
Now I don't wanna to kill sound bar
Don't wanna to cock back the four pound bar

Look scrapper I got nephews to look
I'm not at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya
I thought I told you I'm not a rapper
Can I I told you in ninety-six
That I came to take shit and I did, handle my biz

I scramble like with his
Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin' is fam
held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?

(Ain't no love, in the of the city)
Niggaz, the love?
(Ain't no love, in the of town)
at me

(Ain't no in the heart of the city)
(Take 'em to church)
Uh, uh, uh, my where's the love?
(Ain't no love, in the of town)

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Turner break up
Then I up to more bullshit
You knew me records, you never disrespected me
Now I'm successful you'll pull this shit

I'll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let's end the speculation, I'm to alla y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a trait
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell

Y'all don't my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all
Nigga respect the game, that be it
What you eat don't me shit, where's the love?
Where's the

no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of
Ain't no love, in the heart of the
Ain't no love, in the heart of

Ain't no love, in the of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of
Ain't no