You Gotta Have Heart

Westside Connection

Chorus:

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 fuck 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



Chorus:

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, fucked 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



Mack10:

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



Chorus:

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