I am HOV

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Jay-Z | Heart of the City (Ain’t No Love)

First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov’
What’s up y’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?