Westside Connection – You Gotta Have Heart

(Aah, yirr

Yearh, man

Wooh, yo

This rules everything man)

[Chorus]

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

[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 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 a’m I ballin’

Right now is mo’ ta’

[Ice Cube]

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 savier

Use what the fuck I gave yA (flavour)

I’m in the gutter-lane

Whit 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)

[Chorus x2]

[WC]

I was raised

The young nigga in scwabble

In the city o’ locs

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 believein the hype

I know I would be more then a fellen

I zoomed up and see the light

Nigga, got my mind right

Nigga, got my grind tight

Now a niggar is gettin’ paid to

Skip skip through the lime-light

[Mack 10]

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 & Wesson

And with his help I will perform in my best

And it’s still hard with all this temptation and testin’

If I’m wrong

I 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’d rather sip remmy

In the back of this Bentley

And only fuck with niggars and you bitches that’s friendly

Dont forget what’s up in me

Fuck with my penn