(Aah, yirr
Yearh, man
Wooh, yo
This rules everything man)
I dont hurt ya
It 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 fastlane the strong survive and the weak die
Thats 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 couldnt 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
Its 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 savier
Use what the fuck i gave your (flavour)
Im in the gutter-lane
Whit the gutter-mouth tryin to get out the gutter
For my lifes gutter-out
If i was right and called my mamma a bitch
It wouldnt have took me this to to get this rich (i know)
I was raised
The young niggar was scwabble
In the city o looks
No hope or rolemodels
The black sheap o the family destent to feel
Preticted to spend my hole life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believe in the hype
I know i would be more then a fellent
I zoomed up and see the light
Niggar, got my mind right
Niggar, got my grind tight
Now a niggar is gettin paid to skip
Skip to the lime-light
See, we all got problems
But some need a dress
And so at night i hit my knees and begged him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress
Niggar, continue to know how to dodge this Smith & Wesson
And with his help i will perform in my best
And its still hard with all this temptation and testenin
If im wrong
Just accept it as a lesson
As i conquer all my enemies
And mashing with agression, Lord
Aint never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2Pac
Cuz 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
Ive rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggars and you bitches thats friendly
Dont forgive whats so femmé
Cup with my penné
I pull out the semmé
Put hoes up in Timmy
Just fuck it - its Babylon
And niggar might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban
But i on never ?lan?
I sit alone i my focorner room
Loaded ammo
Cuz in these streets like theres a gamble
And Run-DMC, times is getting harder
So im taking of my gold-fandelellin to the author
Old niggar say to young killers awaked you
But when you got it
Only few homies stay true
This game its like russian roulette
We hustle to death
Mash for weather
Make the devil marker for chedder
Yo!
WONT YOU JUST STOPPING FUCKING WITH US?
You know what im saying
You take what you got
I take what i got
JUST STOP FUCKING WITH US!
Ure motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining
U motherfuckers got everything and you still aint have it
Its ure world MOTHERFUCKER!
AND URE AINT NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT!
BIIIIATCH!!!
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