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See, I was raised out on mean streets I'm the projects, right, where poverty and hell meet I'm searching to find a better way, I've got a Hustle to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say that I'm already but who are They to or question what I do? Son, so I don't care Tired of eating cheese with no meat Tired of watching all the playas from the same
So it's a life of crime, might sing or rhyme To escape the before the flatline to make, what am I gonna do? Got to use my talents, they gonna me through
Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up I guess, more money more problems They get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches
And I can't take it but I'm make it Yeah, oh, I'm gonna it Yeah, ohh, fight to stay
I was raised out on these streets You know where poverty and meet Brothers get jail and life's for sale, momma held me in her arms to tell me
That it's a cold world, I held heat And myself down, lotta bodies and shells found And into taking everything, that ain't nailed down We fell down, ain't hard to now
I trying to see the cell now Or see put her house up for bail now So I'm a give all I got, to try and get gwop Nigga, I'm hot with this
Go 'head and get the I use my to get more figures Unlike these little corner niggas Go change your drawers,
Now with and I've become a target They wanna set me up, take me Or take me some notches They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They diss me, want a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't it, no, no but I'm gonna make it. (This ain't no game, my ain't nothing to play with) Yeah, I'm make it, ooh (Face it, is power and I'm a make it) I'm make it, ooh
Yeah, I'm gon' survive, yo, yo, N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, cops Few rise, many drop, True Lies, cocked Fish scale, rocked, heavy shots, that we drop New guys on every block, blue eyes and red
Pregnant mothers, fathers, more money, more problems So hungry, won't starve 'em, work and so pardon I got mouths to feed, I got of weed I need some more, store, another house, indeed An X amount of G, the pounds'll squeeze
And strip you naked, basic, to make it out the P's Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz Face with the K and my all powdery It ain't about the streets, 'bout the beast within That give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G
Now success and I've become a target They wanna set me up, me hostage Or me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna me, get me for my riches They diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't it (Yeah) No, no, but I'm gonna it (Yeah, yeah, turn the up a little right here) Yeah, I'm gonna it, ooh (Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Aiyo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck, Ghost and Chef be cashing Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla flash the Sacrifice a savage if he trying to bag my ice Tag a price on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo'
No, it's a cold, cold, world You can't be playing games my life I've gotta fight to survive, fight to alive
Aiyo, metal ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night Trying to me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flight Major business, raise the digits, to strike me for my life Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA 'em what it's like
Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice Times are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz rob Use a hoe to ya knob, hit you with unruly mobs
Stab you in the back and smile, you bleed for a while on the agile, steal ya name and bite ya style Hold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting throat Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and you out at sea to float
Now with success and I've a target wanna set me up I guess, more money equals more They hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches They wanna me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna it Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh, a cold, cold, cold world I got my hand on my gun, got a brother on the run
Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold You can't be playing games my life I've gotta fight to survive, to stay alive ain't a game, this is my life
Keep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push And you won't like that, guaranteed you won't like that When ya laid down, flat