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Shout Out To Lost Boyz (Canibus)

[DJ Clue]
Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm all up in ya area
with the LB Fam Love Peace and Nappiness
A little sample but first..
My man Canibus gon' rip shit down ha ha
Yo yo YO
Lost Boyz the Beasts from the East up in this piece
with a new release on the streets every fifty two weeks
and I dare a nigga to challenge us; I turn the
Love Peace and Nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
**in with the nigga called Canibus, just the sound
of my voice'll give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiends
that smoke two P's with a C in between em
LB Fam, makin the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of Jack Daniels
L-O-est, B-O-Y-Z we lock shit
We invested all of Legal Drug Money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga that copped it
In they Jeep, Lex Coupe, Beema or Benz knockin it
Music Makin You High, givin you that urge
to spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're **in with the LB Fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear Carharts and Caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort down
before Heavy D bounced to Uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, Lou and Thai see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
but he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the Clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost Boyz and Desert Storm, Show Us the Money
cause we STILL hungry, we STILL got the growl in the tummy
We STILL grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a Hum-Vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven DJ Clue and LB Fam forever
[DJ Clue]
WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can tell that I got you
to face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles Three Feet
High and Rising, like the chronicles of Posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style from
Uptown Harlem, is where I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human being
I'm the human being ill with a I.Q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And MC'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in steel
Stood before the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get Paid in Full
Then I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
on the floor, robbin em too a Biggie Smalls song
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*

** All Y'all (2Pac)

Ha ha ha...** all y'all...** all y'all...I don't need nobody
** 'em...** all y'all
Verse 1
Money gone ** friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these mutha**in' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the ** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we **in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the ** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted ** y'all
** all y'all 2x
Verse 2
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
drop an album sell a million give a ** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I'm rolling do-do
** all y'all
Chorus 3x
Verse 3
I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
** the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the ** is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life nigga ** y'all
Repeat of intro

The World Is Filled... (Notorious B.I.G.)

[Featuring Puff Daddy Too $hort]
"Make it hot" Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh yeah
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now first come the cash then come the**
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I score with a whore she be game for sure
Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor
Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it
Any chick **in with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do
Turn a freak to a bi**ual
and if she's flexible ** the nigga next to you
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in the background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I ** em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai
Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly
Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI
Nigga don't ask why, just respect it
She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-o, she laced it
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
Now my po**rity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Three: Too $hort
I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game always say the right lines
Had a few prostitues and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin
Pussy makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real mother**ers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz
She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker
than the average symps, found a badder pimp
Too $hort
I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars
and all that shit you bought that hoe man
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe!
Man I'm thirty years old nigga
And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grades and shit
Think about that, she been around then right?
Shit... you just a rest haven for hoes man
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
Bitch only **in witchu cause you had a good**job, nigga nerd
Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
She ain't nuttin but a hoe!
Bet you fell in love with her man!
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife fool
Everytime you turn your back that bitch is **in with dem gangstas
Eastside Westside these are my potnahs
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin bout nigga
I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man, yeah I know a few
Shit, beyotch!

When I Die (Krayzie Bone)

featuring Terror Squad (Big Pun Cuban Link Fat Joe)

Man what the ** is we gone do man?
Shit man I can't believe this shit man
Them mother**ers done killed him
We got to ride for this nigga
On them old hoe**niggas
I say we ride over right there right now
That's what I'm talking about let's roll

[verse 1]
As we delve through the mud and rain
Straight shots of Tangue ease the pain
As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain
Shit ain't the same niggas is dangerous
Buckin like it's the thang to bust
When I looked at my nigga **ed up
I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us
Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big fo-fo
But what if I ** up and pull it too slow
You know what they say gotta go gotta go
What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well
When I die I want all my mother**ers to ride [for me]
On the niggas that did me killed me committed my homicide
Gather up after the funeral [posse up] and pull out all the big guns
Go through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin
How in the ** can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die
So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge
And do it the same night they put me under
Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on
Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [nigga you never know when you gone die]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [ say never know when it could be you]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [they leave yo house and don't come back]
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [this shit is real and oh so true]

[Fat Joe]
When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin
Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan
And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral
Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
Nigger I died in the car chase shot the place like the last scene in Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till
the day I die

[Big Pun]
I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la
Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai
Nigga ** that I'ma keep hittin that
[Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that
You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood having laughs
Puff weed to clear my cataracts
Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance
But now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head
That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red

[Cuban Link]
Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin
Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion
My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune
While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman
Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up
Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah
Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell
I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself

Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs
I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone
Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid
Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Mother**ers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's the meaning of this
Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit
So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer
So I'm running from that mother**er swervin and duckin murder
Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray
Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill
Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real
But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped
Better get you**a shotgun and go get a plastic glock
Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin your own throat
But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes


Sacrifice (The Roots)

[Black Thought]

Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnid
Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just Pro black-ness
Grown man tactics no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
The catalyst. Thought with the knack of splashin
I'm dashin, I mastered the craft of mashin
The level-headed thoroughbred the females passion
Magnetic attraction be keeping em askin
The crews in the Cadillac, the Pendergrassin
Swerve half-** won't come near crashin
But if I go to Heaven would you know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog , that's what's happenin
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle, each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction
I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set
From Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Thai Yoga
How we gon' make it through the dark?
I'll show ya..

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes before you smile you've got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Listen, yo kick off ya shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes from off ya block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins wit ya mens who you thought could box
A couple people wanted Thought to stop
but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time greedy stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
We up close on em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lacklustre
Gotta put it to ya straight
y'all fools is jacked up
Came close to the utmost but no cogar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award-winning it's the world's eight wonder
Come on!

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Yo, your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to suntouch and put the heat in a capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though,
I get in the zone, recognise I'm a rolling stone
No time to lollygag or lounge with scallywags
Gimme the disc or I'll put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
With no apology, fraud or tricknology
Just trust what I see and I say and follow me
My way, I be the open book, look inside me
The star of the story that the grooveteller guide me
Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the true gon' sense it
I get in the zone

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Multitude Of Foes (Nile)

Sep Au Hetep
Ab Au Mekhar Gau t Metkh
Mekhar t Khhert Ua an Aqu
Mekri Sau t Athien Hapti
Tehem Er Sa Msa
I Call Upon Thee My Father Amun for I am in the midst of A
Multitude of Foes
Abandoned by the Legions of Amun and Ra
Engulfed by the Heat of the Fire
Blood of the Impure Drips from my Weapons
Dismembered armies Rot in the Sun
Mekhi Kherit Au Aqu
Mtum thai Peten Nekht An Aqu

Hell Bound (Eminem Featuring J-Black And Masta Ase)

Welcome back, to the stage of history

Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. {*words reversed*}
I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the **in ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain't no **in G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
** the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)

I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down

Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never)
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc
Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot
One day we all gon' die
But when I die, I'ma be so high
that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
with the chalk outline still there
I smoke 'til I choke and I ** a lot
I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock
Now if I pray everynight (night)
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don't reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at?

Chorus 1/2

Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
Final battle, fight!

[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest and my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the**and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you **in with some niggaz like this who just don't care


But every time I take a step, it gets dim..
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?

Time's up!
You lose!

I Gotta Know (Playa)

Uh, uh, come on
Uh, uh, nana
Yeah, you know about the Na Na
Everything laced up
Cartier swimwear BBS blazed up
Bare shit, let me undress
Jump in my sheer shit
Anything see-through
(Mamma can I please you)
Baby boy, let me see
All of your cheese
After that, boo
I want the Ice Blue Bentley
And we can zoom up the Cancoon
In the villa room on all fours
Get up out them ice burg drawers
Come on

I listened to the message
That you left on my phone
The key is in my heart
Can I enter in your home
Don't act like you don't (know)
It's time to prove it (It's yours)
The time is tickin' baby
But there's one thing I've got to know

I wanna know, if this is on
I gotta feel, if this is real
I wanna know, if this is really so

The love that you're givin'
Is just blowin' my mind
The way that you are movin'
Girl I read between the lines
Are you ready (oohh)
Things are sweaty (oohh)
Oh just let me (oohh)
Love you all through the night, oh just

Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)


Anything that be gliterin' ain't gold
Any bad bitch that you ran up in ain't old
17 with the mean thing try me
See me in the Coupe with my Phillopean mommys
If you say we could play slow
Get toed while the liquer flow
Crystial not Moe
Boo, after the show we could hit the telle-flow
Get your back blown out
In a black thai-hold baby

Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)


Somebody's Gotta Die (Notorious B.I.G.)

Verse One:
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52 who the hell
Is this?
I gets up quick
Cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin
Then proceed to walkin
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done ** the Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
Chorus: repeat 2X
Somebody's got ta die
If I got, you got ta go
Somebody's got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's got to die
Nobody got ta know
That I killed yo**in the mist, kid
Verse Two:
Fillin clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
Some kid named Jason
In a highway station, raggin
Was braggin
About how much loot and crack he stackin
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
Small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo nigga let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I?
One night in town
Blew the ** up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the ** up
Hit 'em twice
Got 'em right for the virgin white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How many shots?
Man nigga, I seen mad holes
What kinda gats?
Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles
But ** that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin hustlin
And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the engine runnin
Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if yo comin
Verse Three:
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How its gonna go down
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down
** all that plannin shit
Run up in they cribs
And make em catch the man n shit
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the niggas they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I
One niggas in my eye
That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin to his faculty
I start to get a funny feelins
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around holdin his daughter

You Gotta Have Heart (Westside Connection)

What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart

Mack 10:
Homie, tha same thing make u laugh, make u cry, in tha fast lane the strong survive and tha weak die, and thats tha way the ball bounce and i often wonder why, but i needs it all and not jus a piece of tha pie, i useda hope n wish for everything i couldnt buy, was a young ghetto boy that grew up in tha eye, so i vowed ta be a hustler n reach for tha sky, and not only am i ballin' right now its mo' thai

Ice Cube:
Its like a jungle sumtime u gotta hustle sumtime, u got ta use ya mind, mouth and ya mustle sumtime, you got ta grind stop lookin for a saviour, use wut tha ** god gave ya, flava, im in tha gutta lane, wit tha gutta mouth, tryna get out tha gutta fo my life spun around, if i wuz white n called my momma a bitch, it wudnt have took me diz long, ta get diz rich, i kno

What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart (Yay Yay!)
What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart

Dub C:
I was raised a young nigga wit squabble, in tha city, tha loc's, no hope or role models, tha black sheep of tha family destined to fail, redicted ta spend my whole life in tha jail cell, **ed up n not believin tha hype i knew i more then a felon, n soon dub'll see tha lite nigga got my mind rite, and nigga got my grind tite, n now a niggas gettin paid ta skip skip thru the lime lite

See we all got problems, but sum need addressin, so at nite i hit my knees n thank u for my blessins, n ask u for forgiveness to minimize my stressin, n continue wit tha know how ta dodge these (different weapons?), n wit his help, i will perform at my best and its still hard wit all this temptation n testin, n if im wrong i jus accept it as a lesson, as i conquor all my enemies n mash em wit aggression, lord

What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart (Yay Yay!)
What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart

Ice Cube:
Aint neva been shot like 50 cent or 2pac, cuz 2 shots is too many, too hot to go in me, id ratha sip remmy in tha back of this bentley, n only ** wit niggaz n u bitches thats friendly, dun forget wuts up in me, ** wit my penny, ill pull out my semi, put wholes up in timmy, cuz ** it its babalon n nigga mite have a bomb, jus like tha taliban, but im on (navalon?)

Dub C:
I sit alone in my 4 corner room, loaded ammo, cuz in these streets life is a gamble, like Run DMC, times is gettin harder, so im takin off my (golf hat?) and nail em to tha alter, old niggaz 2 to young killaz await u, but when u got it only few homies stay tru, this game is like russian roulette, we hustle to death, mash whoeva, make tha barrel mouth of a chedda

What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart (Yay Yay!)
What dont hurtcha will only make ya stronger
in this game ya gotta have heart
this hustle'll break you down, pull u apart

Ice Cube(Speaking):
Yo wontchu jus stop fukin wit us, kno wutimsayin? u take wutchu got, i take wut i got, jus stop fukin wit us! yall motha **az got everythang n u still complainin, u motha **az got everythang n u still aint happy, its yo world mutha **a, n u aint neva gon get it rite


This song was adopted by the Government of Tamil Nadu as the national song of all Tamilans. It is known as "Tamil Thai Vazhthu". It is played in the begining...

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