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See, I was raised out on these mean I'm the projects, right, where poverty and hell meet I'm searching to find a better way, I've got a Hustle still to get my pay before I hit
Now some might say I'm already there but who are They to judge or question I do? Son, so I don't care Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no of watching all the playas from the same seat
So it's a life of crime, some might sing or To the ghetto before the flatline to make, what am I gonna do? Got to use my talents, they pull me through
Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up I guess, money equals more problems wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in
And I can't take it but I'm gonna it Yeah, oh, I'm gonna it Yeah, ohh, fight to stay
I was raised out on mean streets You know poverty and hell 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 done held And held myself down, lotta and shells found And niggas into taking everything, that ain't down We fell down, hard to tell now
I ain't trying to see the now Or see momma put her house up for now So I'm a all I got, to try and get that gwop Nigga, I'm hot with this
Go 'head and get the I use my talent to get more Unlike these little store niggas Go change drawers, niggas
Now with success and become a target They set me up, take me hostage Or take me down some They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They wanna me, want a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it. (This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to with) Yeah, I'm make it, ooh (Face it, money is and I'm a make it) I'm gonna it, ooh
Yeah, I'm survive, yo, yo, aiyo N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, plenty Few rise, many drop, Lies, semis cocked Fish scale, already rocked, shots, that we drop New guys on every block, eyes and red dots
Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, money, more problems So hungry, starve 'em, work hard and so pardon I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of I need some more, another store, house, indeed An X of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze
And you naked, basic, trying to make it out the P's ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like Face with the K and my nose all It ain't about the streets, 'bout the beast within won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G
Now with success and become a target They wanna set me up, take me Or take me down some They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches
And I take it (Yeah) No, no, but I'm make it (Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a right here) Yeah, I'm make 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 on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo' life?
No, a cold, cold, cold world You can't be playing games my life I've gotta to survive, fight to stay alive
Aiyo, metal ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches flight Major business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what like
Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, the bacon Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice Times are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz rob Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you unruly mobs
you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a while Hating on the agile, steal ya and bite ya style Hold you for a ransom note, cutting David's throat Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to
Now with and I've become a target They set me up I guess, more money equals problems They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh, a cold, cold, cold world I got my hand on my gun, they got a on the run
Yeah, it's a cold, cold, world You can't be playing games my life I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay This a game, this is my life
Keep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna back And you won't like that, it's guaranteed you like that When ya down, laid flat