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What hurt ya Will only make you In this game you gotta have This hustle will brake you you apart
Homie, the same make you laugh, make you cry And in the fast lane the strong survive and the die That's the way the ball bounce and I often 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 young ghetto-boy that 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 a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle sometime You gotta use your mind, mouth and muscle sometime You gotta grind, stop looking for a Use what the fuck I ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the for my life sputter-out If I was right and my mamma a bitch It have took me this to to get this rich, I know
What don't ya Will make you stronger In this game you have heart This hustle will you down you apart
What don't ya Will only you stronger In this game you have heart This hustle will brake you Pull you
I was raised, the nigga was scwabble In the city o' locs, no or rolemodels The black sheep o' the destined to fail Predicted to spend my whole in a jail-cell up and not believin' the hype I know I would be more a fella I up and see the light Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight Now a nigga is gettin' to skip skip through the lime-light
See, we all got problems but some need And so at I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith and And with his help I perform in my best And it's still hard with all temptation and testin' And if I'm wrong, I accept it as a lesson As I conquer all my enemies and with agression, Lord
What don't ya Will only make you In this game you gotta heart This hustle will you down you apart
What hurt ya Will only you stronger In game you gotta have heart This hustle will you down Pull you
Ain't never been shoot like 50 or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many Too hot to go in me, I'd sip Remmy in the back of this Bentley And only fuck with and you bitches that's friendly forget what's up in me, fuck with my penne I pull out the semme, put hoe's up in Just fuck it, it's Babylon and might have a bomb Just like the but I on never plan
I sit alone, I my fo' corner room ammo 'Cuz in these streets there's a gamble And Run DMC, is getting harder So I'm taking of my golf hat and to the altar Old nigga say to young killers you But you got it only few homies stay true This game's Russian Roulette, we hustle to death Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder
don't hurt ya Will only make you In this game you gotta have hustle will brake you down Pull you
What hurt ya Will only make you In game you gotta have heart This will brake you down you apart
Yo, won't you just stopping with us? You what I'm saying, you take what you got I take what I got, just stop fucking us You motherfuckers got everything and your still You got everything and you still ain't happy It's world, motherfucker and you're ain't never gonna get it right Bitch!