You Gotta Have Heart

Aah, yir Yeah, man Wooh, yo This rules everything man What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart 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 needs 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' It's like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle sometime You gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime You gotta grind, stop looking for a savior Use what the f**k I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputter-out If I was right and called my mamma a bitch It wouldn't have took me this to to get this rich, I know What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart I was raised, the young nigga was scwabble In the city o' locs, no hope or rolemodels The black sheep o' the family destined to fail Predicted to spend my whole life in a jail-cell f**ked up and not believin' the hype I know I would be more than a fella I zoomed up and see the light Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my grind tight Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light 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 Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith and Wesson And with his help I will perform in my best And it's still hard with all this temptation and testin' And if I'm wrong, I just accept it as a lesson As I conquer all my enemies and mashing with agression, Lord What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the back of this Bentley And only f**k with niggas and you bitches that's friendly Dont forget what's up in me, f**k with my penne I pull out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy Just f**k it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a bomb Just like the Taliban but I on never plan I sit alone, I my fo' corner room loaded ammo 'Cuz in these streets like there's a gamble And Run DMC, times is getting harder So I'm taking of my golf hat and kneelin' to the altar Old nigga say to young killers awaked you But when you got it only few homies stay true This game's like Russian Roulette, we hustle to death Mash for weather, make the devil marker for chedder What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart What don't hurt ya Will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart Yo, won't you just stopping f**king with us? You know what I'm saying, you take what you got I take what I got, just stop f**king with us You motherf**kers got everything and your still complaining You motherf**kers got everything and you still ain't happy It's you're world, motherf**ker and you're ain't never gonna get it right Bitch!