(Aah, yirr
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Yearh, man
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Wooh, yo
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This rules everything man)
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[Chorus]
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I don't hurt ya
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It will only make you stronger
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In this game you gotta have heart
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This hustle will brake you down
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Pull you apart
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[Mack 10]
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Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry
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And in the fastlane the strong survive and the weak die
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Thats the way the ball bounce and i often wonder why
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But i nease it all
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And not just a piece o' the pie
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I used to hope and wish for everything i couldn't buy
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I was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye
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So i bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky
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And not only a'm i ballin'
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Right now is mo' ta'
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It's like a jungle sometime
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U gotta hustle sometime
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U gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
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U gotta grind
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Stop looking for a savier
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Use what the fuck i gave your (flavour)
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I'm in the gutter-lane
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Whit the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter
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For my life's gutter-out
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If i was right and called my mamma a bitch
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It wouldn't have took me this to to get this rich (i know)
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[Chorus x2]
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[WC]
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I was raised
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The young niggar was scwabble
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In the city o' looks
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No hope or rolemodels
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The black sheap o' the family destent to feel
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Preticted to spend my hole life in a jail-cell
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Fucked up and not believe in the hype
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I know i would be more then a fellen't
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I zoomed up and see the light
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Niggar, got my mind right
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Niggar, got my grind tight
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Now a niggar is gettin' paid to skip
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Skip to the lime-light
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[Mack 10]
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See, we all got problems
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But some need a dress
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And so at night i hit my knees and begged him for my blessings
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And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress
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Niggar, continue to know how to dodge this Smith & Wesson
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And with his help i will perform in my best
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And it's still hard with all this temptation and testenin'
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If i'm wrong
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Just accept it as a lesson
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As i conquer all my enemies
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And mashing with agression, Lord
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[Chorus x2]
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[Ice Cube]
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Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2Pac
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Cuz' 2 shots is too many
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Too hot to go in me
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I've rather sit remmy
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In the back of this Bentley
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And only fuck with niggars and you bitches that's friendly
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Dont forgive whats so femm?
Cup with my penn?
I pull out the semm?
Put hoe's up in Timmy
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Just fuck it - it's Babylon
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And niggar might have a bomb
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Just like the Taliban
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But i on never ?lan?
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[WC]
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I sit alone i my fo'corner room
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Loaded ammo
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Cuz' in these streets like there's a gamble
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And Run-DMC, times is getting harder
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So i'm taking of my gold-fandelellin' to the author
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Old niggar say to young killers awaked you
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But when you got it
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Only few homies stay true
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This game it's like russian roulette
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We hustle to death
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Mash for weather
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Make the devil marker for chedder
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[Chorus x2]
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[Hook:]
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[Ice Cube]
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Yo!
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WON'T YOU JUST STOPPING FUCKING WITH US?
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You know what i'm saying
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You take what you got
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I take what i got
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JUST STOP FUCKING WITH US!
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U're motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining
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U motherfuckers got everything and you still ain't have it
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It's u're world MOTHERFUCKER!
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AND U'RE AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT!
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BIIIIATCH!!!
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You Gotta Have Heart
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