作词 : Bean, Diggs, Grice, Hunter ...
See I was raised out
On these mean streets
I'm from the projects

Right  where poverty and hell meet
I'm searching everyday
To find a better way  I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say
That I'm already there

But who are they to judge or question
What I do  son  so I don't care
Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meat

Tired of watching
All the playas from the same seat
So it's a life of crime
Some might sing or rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the flatline

Choices to make
What am I gonna do
Got to use my talents
They gonna pull me through
Now with success  I become a target
They wanna set me up
I guess more money equals more problems
They wanna get me
Wanna hit me  strip me of my riches
They wanna cut me up in pieces
Leave me deep in ditches
And I can't take it     but I'm gonna make it
Yeah    oh    I'm gonna make it    yeah    ohhhhhh
Fight to stay alive
I was raised out on these mean streets
You know where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jail and life's for sale  cheap
Since momma held me
In her arms  to tell me
That it's a cold world
I done held heat
And held myself down
Lotta bodies and shells found
And *****s into taking everything
That ain't nailed down
We fell down  ain't hard to tell now
I ain't trying  to see the cell now
Or see momma
Put her house up for bail now
So I'mma give all I got
To try and get that gwop
***** I'm hot with this hustle
Go 'head and get the cops
I use my talent to get more figures
Unlike these little corner store *****s
Go change your drawers  *****s
Now with success and I've become a target
They wanna set me up  take me hostage
Or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me  wanna stick me
Get me for my riches
They wanna diss me  want a clip me
Leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it  no  no

But I'm gonna make it
Yeah    I'm gonna make it    oooh
I'm gonna make it    oooh

Yeah  I'm gon' survive
N Y  City  gritty blocks
Little love  plenty cops

Few rise  many drop
True Lies  semis ****ed
Fishscale  already rocked
Heavy shots  that we drop
New guys on every block
Blue eyes and red dots
Pregnant mothers  broke fathers
More money  more problems
So hungry  won't starve 'em
Work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed
I got pounds of *****
I need some more
Another store  another house  indeed
An X amount of G
The reason pounds'll squeeze

And strip you naked
Basic  trying to make it out the P's
Don't ever doubt a G
And have me spaz like
'Face with the K  and my nose all powdery

It ain't about the streets
It's 'bout the beast within
That won't give in to 'lice
Down to bleed  G
Now with success
And I've become a target
They wanna set me up
Take me hostage  or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me
Wanna stick me
Get me for my riches
They wanna diss me
Wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it (yeah)
No  no  but I'm gonna make it
(Yeah  yea  turn the beat up a little right here)
(Yo  yo  yo  yeah  yo  just  Wu-Tang  Wu-Tang)
Yeah    I'm gonna make it    oooh
Aiyo  RZA  Meth  GZA  Deck

Ghost and Chef be ca*******ng checks

Killa  Cap be snapping necks
Street and 'Zilla flash the tech
Sacrifice a savage life
If he trying to bag my ice
Tag a price on merchandise
Tell me  is it worth ya life
No    it's a cold  cold  cold world

You can't be playing games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive  fight to stay alive
Aiyo  metal pipes ignite
Sparking fire  light the darkness night
Trying to stick me for my riches
Now y'all *****es taking flight
Major business  raise the digits
Tried to strike me for my life
Slice and dice  men or mice
GZA tell 'em what it's like
(GZA)
Aiyo  money making  people flaking
Cash Rules  ***** the bacon
Earthquaking  head is aching
Bank stop  dice shaking
Times are hard  sew a job
Scheming *****z wanna rob
Use a hoe to slob ya knob
Hit you with unruly mobs
Stab you in the back and smile
Watch you bleed for a while
Hating on the agile
Steal ya name and bite ya style
Hold you for a ransm note
Goliath cutting David's throat
Grab ya vest

Abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float
Now with success
And I've become a target
They wanna set me up
I guess more money equals more problems
They wanna hit me
Wanna stick me  get me for my riches
They wanna diss me
Want clip me  leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it
No  no    but I'm gonna make it
Yeah    oh    I'm gonna make it    ooh    yeah

It's a cold  cold  cold world
I got my hand on my gun
They got a brother on the run
Yeah    it's a cold  cold  cold world
You can't be playing games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive  fight to stay alive
This ain't a game  this is my life
Keep pu*******ng me to the edge
I'm gonna push back
And you won't like that
It's guaranteed you won't like that
When ya laid down  laid flat