(Aah, yirr

Yearh, man

Wooh, yo

This rules everything man)



[Chorus]

I don't hurt ya

It will only make you stronger

In this game you gotta have heart

This hustle will brake you down

Pull you apart



[Mack 10]

Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry

And in the fastlane the strong survive and the weak die

Thats the way the ball bounce and i often wonder why

But i nease it all

And not just a piece o' the pie

I used to hope and wish for everything i couldn't buy

I was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye

So i bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky

And not only a'm i ballin'

Right now is mo' ta'

It's like a jungle sometime

U gotta hustle sometime

U gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime

U gotta grind

Stop looking for a savier

Use what the fuck i gave your (flavour)

I'm in the gutter-lane

Whit the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter

For my life's gutter-out

If i was right and called my mamma a bitch

It wouldn't have took me this to to get this rich (i know)



[Chorus x2]



[WC]

I was raised

The young niggar was scwabble

In the city o' looks

No hope or rolemodels

The black sheap o' the family destent to feel

Preticted to spend my hole life in a jail-cell

Fucked up and not believe in the hype

I know i would be more then a fellen't

I zoomed up and see the light

Niggar, got my mind right

Niggar, got my grind tight

Now a niggar is gettin' paid to skip

Skip to the lime-light



[Mack 10]

See, we all got problems

But some need a dress

And so at night i hit my knees