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 and begged him for my blessings

And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress

Niggar, 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 testenin'

If i'm wrong

Just accept it as a lesson

As i conquer all my enemies

And mashing with agression, Lord



[Chorus x2]



[Ice Cube]

Ain't never been shoot 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 niggars and you bitches that's friendly

Dont forgive whats so femmé

Cup with my penné

I pull out the semmé

Put hoe's up in Timmy

Just fuck it - it's Babylon

And niggar might have a bomb

Just like the Taliban

But i on never ?lan?



[WC]

I sit alone i my fo'corner room

Loaded ammo

Cuz' in these streets like there's a gamble

And Run-DMC, times is getting harder

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

Old niggar 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 chedder



[Chorus x2]



[Hook:]

[Ice Cube]

Yo!

WON'T YOU JUST STOPPING FUCKING WITH US?

You know what i'm saying

You take what you got

I take what i got

JUST STOP FUCKING WITH US!

U're motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining

U motherfuckers got everything and you still ain't have it

It's u're world MOTHERFUCKER!

AND U'RE AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT!

BIIIIATCH!!!





[Thanks to micamagnus@ofir.dk for these lyrics]