Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Gotta Have Heart, artist - Westside Connection. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Gotta Have Heart |
| (Aah, yirr |
| Yearh, man |
| Wooh, yo |
| This rules everything man) |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 femmé |
| Cup with my penné |
| I pull out the semmé |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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!!! |