Mack 10 - You Gotta Have Heart lyrics

[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!!!