Aah, yir   Yeah, man   Wooh, yo   This rules everything man      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      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 needs 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'      It's like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle sometime   You gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime   You gotta grind, stop looking for a savior   Use what the fuck I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane   With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputter-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      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      I was raised, the young nigga was scwabble   In the city o' locs, no hope or rolemodels   The black sheep o' the family destined to fail   Predicted to spend my whole life in a jail-cell   Fucked up and not believin' the hype   I know I would be more than a fella   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 through the lime-light      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 and Wesson   And with his help I will perform in my best   And it's still hard with all this temptation and testin'   And if I'm wrong, I just accept it as a lesson   As I conquer all my enemies and mashing with agression, Lord      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many   Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the back of this Bentley   And only fuck with niggas and you bitches that's friendly   Dont forget what's up in me, fuck with my penne   I pull out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy   Just fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a bomb   Just like the Taliban but I on never plan      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 golf hat and kneelin' to the altar   Old nigga say to young killers awaked you   But when you got it only few homies stay true   This game's like Russian Roulette, we hustle to death   Mash for weather, make the devil marker for chedder      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      What don't hurt ya   Will only make you stronger   In this game you gotta have heart   This hustle will brake you down   Pull you apart      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   You motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining   You motherfuckers got everything and you still ain't happy   It's you're world, motherfucker and you're ain't never gonna get it right   Bitch!