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What don't ya Will only make you In this game you gotta have This hustle brake you down Pull you
Homie, the same thing you laugh, make you cry And in the fast lane the strong and the weak die the way the ball bounce and I often wonder why But I needs it all and not just a o' the pie I used to and wish for everything I couldn't buy I was a ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye So I bowed to be a and reach for the sky And not only am I ballin', now is mo' ta'
It's like a sometime, you gotta hustle sometime You gotta use your mind, mouth and your sometime You gotta grind, stop for a savior Use what the fuck I ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane With the gutter-mouth to get out the gutter for my life sputter-out If I was right and my mamma a bitch It wouldn't have took me this to to get rich, I know
What hurt ya Will only make you In this game you gotta heart This hustle will you down Pull you
What don't ya only make you stronger In this game you gotta have This hustle brake you down you apart
I was raised, the young nigga was In the city o' locs, no or rolemodels The black o' the family destined to fail Predicted to spend my life in a jail-cell Fucked up and not the hype I I would be more than a fella I zoomed up and see the Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight Now a is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light
See, we all got problems but some addressin' And so at night I hit my knees and him for my blessings And ask him for forgiveness to my stress Nigga, continue to know how to this Smith and Wesson And with his I will perform in my best And it's still hard with all temptation and testin' And if I'm wrong, I just accept it as a As I conquer all my enemies and with agression, Lord
What don't ya only make you stronger In this game you gotta heart This will brake you down Pull you
What don't ya Will only you stronger In this you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you Pull you
Ain't 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 Bentley And only fuck with and you bitches that's friendly Dont forget up in me, fuck with my penne I out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy Just fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a Just like the Taliban but I on plan
I sit alone, I my fo' corner loaded ammo 'Cuz in these streets like there's a And Run DMC, times is getting So I'm taking of my hat and kneelin' to the altar Old nigga say to young killers you But when you got it only few homies true This game's like Russian Roulette, we to death Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder
What hurt ya Will only make you In this you gotta have heart This will brake you down Pull you
What hurt ya only make you stronger In this game you gotta heart This hustle will brake you Pull you
Yo, won't you just stopping with us? You know what I'm saying, you take you got I take what I got, just stop fucking us You motherfuckers got everything and still complaining You motherfuckers got everything and you ain't happy It's you're world, motherfucker and ain't never gonna get it right Bitch!