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[Intro: Gerald Alston]Ooh-wee... mmmmmmmm, yeah...[Gerald Alston]See I was raised out on these mean streetsI'm from the projects, right, where poverty and hell meetI'm searching everyday to find a better way, I've got aHustle still to get my pay before I hit bottomNow some might say that I'm already thereBut who are they to judge or question what I do, son, so I don't careTired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meatTired of watching all the playas from the same seatSo it's a life of crime, some might sing or rhymeTo escape the ghetto before the flatlineChoices to make, what am I gonna doGot to use my talents, they gonna pull me through[Chorus: Gerald Alston]Now with success, I become a targetThey wanna set me up, I guess more money equals more problemsThey wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my richesThey wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches[Hook: Gerald Alston]And I can't take it.... but I'm gonna make it...Yeah... oh... I'm gonna make it... yeah... ohhhhhhSongtexteFight to stay alive[Method Man]I was raised out on these mean streetsYou know where poverty and hell meetBrothers get jail and life's for sale, cheapSince momma held me, in her arms, to tell meThat it's a cold world, I done held heatAnd held myself down, lotta bodies and shells foundAnd niggas into taking everything, that ain't nailed downWe fell down, ain't hard to tell nowI ain't trying, to see the cell nowor see momma put her house up for bail nowSo I'mma give all I got, to try and get that gwopNigga I'm hot with this hustle, go 'head and get the copsI use my talent to get more figuresUnlike these little corner store niggasGo change your drawers, niggas[Chorus: Method Man & Gerald Alston]Now with success and I've become a targetThey wanna set me up, take me hostage, or take me down some notchesThey wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my richesThey wanna diss me, want a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches[Hook: Gerald Alston (Method Man)]And I can't take it, no, no, but I'm gonna make it...(This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to play with)Yeah... I'm gonna make it... oooh...(Face it, money is power and I'ma make it)I'm gonna make it... oooh...[Inspectah Deck]Yeah, I'm gon' survive, yo, yo, aiyoN.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, plenty copsFew rise, many drop, True Lies, semis cockedFishscale, already rocked, heavy shots, that we dropNew guys on every block, blue eyes and red dotsPregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, more problemsSo hungry, won't starve 'em, work hard and so pardonI got mouths to feed, I got pounds of weedI need some more, another store, another house, indeedAn X amount of G, the reason pounds'll squeezeAnd strip you naked, basic, trying to make it out the P'sDon't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like'Face with the K, and my nose all powderyIt ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the beast withinThat won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G[Chorus: Inspectah Deck & Gerald Alston]Now with success and I've become a targetThey wanna set me up, take me hostage, or take me down some notchesThey wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my richesThey wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches[Hook: Gerald Alston (RZA)]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)Yeah... I'm gonna make it... oooh...(Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)[RZA]Aiyo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck, Ghost and Chef be cashing checksKilla, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla flash the techSacrifice a savage life, if he trying to bag my iceTag a price on merchandise, tell me, is it worth ya life?[Gerald Alston]No... it's a cold, cold, cold worldYou can't be playing games with my lifeI've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive[RZA]Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness nightTrying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flightMajor business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my lifeSlice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's like[GZA]Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the baconEarthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice shakingTimes are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz wanna robUse a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with unruly mobsStab you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a whileHating on the agile, steal ya name and bite ya styleHold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throatGrab ya vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float[Chorus: GZA & Gerald Alston]Now with success and I've become a targetThey wanna set me up, I guess more money equals more problemsThey wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my richesThey wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches[Gerald Alston]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 worldI got my hand on my gun, they got a brother on the runYeah... it's a cold, cold, cold worldYou can't be playing games with my lifeI've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay aliveThis ain't a game, this is my lifeKeep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push backAnd you won't like that, it's guaranteed you won't like thatWhen ya laid down, laid flat... Aus Songtexte Mania