You Gotta Have Heart

[Intro]

[Chorus: Bruce Waynne]

What don't hurt ya

Will only make you stronger

In this game you gotta have heart

This hustle will break you down

Pull you apart

[Mack 10]

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

And in the fast-lane the strong survive and the weak die

That's 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 am I ballin'

Right now is mo' ta'

[Ice Cube]

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 saviour

Use what the fuck God gave ya (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 White and called my mamma a bitch

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

[Chorus x2]

[WC]

I was raised

The young nigga was scwabble

In the city o' looks

No hope or role-models

The black sheep o' the family destine to feel

Predicted 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 felon

I zoomed up and see the light

Nigga, got my mind right

Nigga, got my grind tight

Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip

Skip to the lime-light

[Mack 10]

See, we all got problems

But some need addressin'

And so at night I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings

And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress

Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith & Wesson

And with his help I will perform in my best

And it's still hard with all this temptation and testin'

An' if I'm wrong

Just accept it as a lesson

As I conquer all my enemies

And mashing with aggression, Lord

[Chorus x2]

[Ice Cube]

Ain't never been shot like 50 Cent or 2Pac

Cuz' 2 shots is too many

Too hot to go in me

I've rather sit remmy

In the back of this Bentley

And only fuck with niggas and you bitches that's friendly

Don't forgive what's so femmé

Fuck with my penné

I pull out the semmé

Put ho's up in Timmy

Just fuck it - it's Babylon

And nigga might have a bomb

Just like the Taliban

But I'm on never lan

[WC]

I sit alone in my fo' corner room

Loadin' ammo

Cuz' in these streets life there's a gamble

Like Run-D.M.C., times is getting harder

So I'm taking of my gold-fandelellin' to the author

Old nigga say to young killers awaked you

But when you got it

Only few homies stay true

This game it's like Russian roulette

We hustle to death

Mash for weather

Make the devil marker for cheddar

[Chorus x2]

[Ice Cube] [Hook]

Yo!

Won't you just stop fuckin' wit' us?

You know what I'm saying

You take what you got

I take what I got

Just stop fuckin' wit' us!

You mother-fuckers got everything and your still complaining

U mother-fuckers got everything and you still ain't happy

It's your world Mother-fucker!

And you ain't ever get it right

BIATCH!!!