[Intro]
[Chorus]
What don't hurt ya
Will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
[Mack 10]
Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fast-lane the strong survive and the weak die
That's the way the ball bounce and I often wonder why
But I nease it all
And not just a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye
So I bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky
And not only am I ballin'
Right now is mo' ta'
[Ice Cube]
It's like a jungle sometime
U gotta hustle sometime
U gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
U gotta grind
Stop looking for a saviour
Use what the f** God gave ya (flavour)
I'm in the gutter-lane
Whit the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter
For my life's gutter-out
If I was White and called my mamma a b**h
It wouldn't have took me this long to get this rich (I know)
[Chorus x2]
[WC]
I was raised
The young n***a was scwabble
In the city o' looks
No hope or role-models
The black sheep o' the family destine to feel
Predicted to spend my hole life in a jail-cell
f**ed up and not believe in the hype
I know I would be more then a felon
I zoomed up and see the light
n***a, got my mind right
n***a, got my grind tight
Now a n***a is gettin' paid to skip
Skip to the lime-light
[Mack 10]
See, we all got problems
But some need addressin'
And so at night I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress
n***a, continue to know how to dodge this Smith & Wesson
And with his help I will perform in my best
And it's still hard with all this temptation and testin'
An' if I'm wrong
Just accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies
And mashing with aggression, Lord
[Chorus x2]
[Ice Cube]
Ain't never been shot like 50 Cent or 2Pac
Cuz' 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
I've rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only f** with n***as and you b**hes that's friendly
Don't forgive what's so femmé
f** with my penné
I pull out the semmé
Put ho's up in Timmy
Just f** it - it's Babylon
And n***a might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban
But I'm on never lan
[WC]
I sit alone in my fo' corner room
Loadin' ammo
Cuz' in these streets life there's a gamble
Like Run-D.M.C., times is getting harder
So I'm taking of my gold-fandelellin' to the author
Old n***a say to young k**ers awaked you
But when you got it
Only few homies stay true
This game it's like Russian roulette
We hustle to d**h
Mash for weather
Make the devil marker for cheddar
[Chorus x2]
[Ice Cube] [Hook]
Yo!
Won't you just stop f**in' wit' us?
You know what I'm saying
You take what you got
I take what I got
Just stop f**in' wit' us!
You mother-f**ers got everything and your still complaining
U mother-f**ers got everything and you still ain't happy
It's your world Mother-f**er!
And you ain't ever get it right
b*atch!!!