(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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 F*CKING WITH US? You know what i'm saying You take what you got I take what i got JUST STOP F*CKING WITH US! U're motherf*ckers got everything and your still complaining U motherf*ckers got everything and you still ain't have it It's u're world MOTHERF*CKER! AND U'RE AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT! BIIIIATCH!!!