Lyrics:

(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