You Gotta Have Heart Lyrics - Terrorist Threats - Westside Connection

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!