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See, I was raised out on these streets I'm from the projects, right, where poverty and meet I'm searching everyday to find a better way, got a still to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say that I'm there but who are They to judge or question I do? Son, so I don't care Tired of eating sandwiches with no meat Tired of watching all the playas from the seat
So a life of crime, some might sing or rhyme To escape the ghetto before the Choices to make, what am I do? Got to use my talents, they gonna pull me
Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up I guess, more money equals more They wanna get me, wanna hit me, 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 alive
I was raised out on these streets You where poverty and hell meet get jail and life's for sale, cheap Since momma me in her arms to tell me
That it's a cold world, I done heat And held myself down, lotta bodies and found And niggas into taking everything, that 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 that Nigga, I'm hot with this
Go and get the cops I use my talent to get more Unlike these corner store niggas Go change drawers, niggas
Now with success and I've become a They wanna set me up, me hostage Or me down some notches They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna it. (This ain't no game, my life ain't to play with) Yeah, I'm make it, ooh (Face it, money is and I'm a make it) I'm make it, ooh
Yeah, I'm survive, yo, yo, aiyo N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, cops Few rise, many drop, True Lies, semis Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, we drop New guys on block, blue eyes and red dots
Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, more 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 strip you naked, basic, 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 That give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G
Now with success and I've become a They wanna set me up, me hostage Or take me down notches They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches They wanna diss me, wanna me leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't it (Yeah) No, no, but I'm make it (Yeah, yeah, turn the up a little right here) Yeah, I'm make it, ooh (Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Aiyo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck, and Chef be cashing checks Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and flash the tech Sacrifice a savage if he trying to bag my ice Tag a on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo' life?
No, it's a cold, cold, cold You can't be playing with my life I've fight to survive, fight to stay alive
Aiyo, pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all taking flight Major business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em it's like
Aiyo, making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon Earthquaking, head is aching, stop, dice shaking 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 Hating on the agile, steal ya and bite ya style you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and you out at sea to float
Now with success and become a target They set me up I guess, money equals more problems They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it Yeah, oh, I'm make it, ooh, yeah a cold, cold, cold world I got my hand on my gun, they got a on the run
Yeah, a cold, cold, cold world You can't be playing games with my I've gotta fight to survive, to stay alive This ain't a game, is my life
pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push back And you won't like that, it's guaranteed you like that When ya down, laid flat