Westside Connection Lyrics

Album: Terrorist Threats

You Gotta Have Heart 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 femmй

 Cup with my pennй

 I pull out the semmй

 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!!!