Ain't no love in the heart of the city, Ain't no love 'cause you ain't around. Ain't no love in the heart of town. Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity, Every place that I go, Well, it seems so strange. Without you love, baby, baby, Things have changed.

Play dead, play dead with me Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body Slow down your heartbeat No need to escape We can find our own way You got me hiding in cupboards 'Cause darlin' you're the only one I can't stand the TV screen

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

I don't care what you say anymore this is my life Go ahead with your own life leave me alone I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home I never said you had to offer me a second chance I never

Doll steak, test meat I am my own parasite I don't need a host to live We feed off of each other We can share our endorphns I won my own pet virus I get to pet and name her Her milk is my shit My shit is her milk

Oh, some things you can't go back to Some things you can't go back to Some things need left alone Don't mess with the memories of a life passed on All the tumbling reservations, at the heart of my mistakes 'Cause you let them slip away I don't wanna be a

Sometimes you can't make it on your own And it's you when I look in the mirror Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and

I just can't let go, go Baby don't you worry, I don't know where to start Should I listen to the voices in my brain or my heart? I must find a way to say that when all is said and done I broke it down but your heart was sore It's gonna take much more to

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

Hey everybody take a look at me, I've got street credibility, I may not have a job, But I have a good time, With the boys that I meet "down on the line" I don't need you So you don't approve, Well, who asked you to?