You Gotta Have Heart Lyrics
| Song | You Gotta Have Heart |
| Artist | Westside Connection |
| Album | Terrorist Threats |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calhoun, Jackson, Nugent ... | |
| Aah, yirYeah, man | |
| Wooh, yoThis 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 knowWhat 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 | |
| WessonAnd 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, | |
| LordWhat 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 | |
| BentleyAnd 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 | |
| TimmyJust 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 DM | |
| C, 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! |
| zuo ci : Calhoun, Jackson, Nugent ... | |
| Aah, yirYeah, man | |
| Wooh, yoThis 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 ghettoboy 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 gutterlane | |
| With the guttermouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputterout | |
| If I was right and called my mamma a bitch | |
| It wouldn' t have took me this to to get this rich, | |
| I knowWhat 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 jailcell | |
| 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 limelight | |
| 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 | |
| WessonAnd 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, | |
| LordWhat 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 | |
| BentleyAnd 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 | |
| TimmyJust 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 DM | |
| C, 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! |
| zuò cí : Calhoun, Jackson, Nugent ... | |
| Aah, yirYeah, man | |
| Wooh, yoThis 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 ghettoboy 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 gutterlane | |
| With the guttermouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputterout | |
| If I was right and called my mamma a bitch | |
| It wouldn' t have took me this to to get this rich, | |
| I knowWhat 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 jailcell | |
| 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 limelight | |
| 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 | |
| WessonAnd 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, | |
| LordWhat 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 | |
| BentleyAnd 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 | |
| TimmyJust 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 DM | |
| C, 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! |
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