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[Singing: Gerald Alston] See I was raised up on these mean streets I'm from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets I'm searchin every day to find a better way, I gotta Hustle, steal to get my pay before I hit bottom Now some might say I'm already there But who are they to judge or question what I do so I don't care Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street So it's a life of crime, some might sing a rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make, what am I gonna do Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through [Hook: Gerald Alston] Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up, I guess mo money equals more problems They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They want to cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches And I can't take it, but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts: Fight to stay alive) [Verse 1: Method Man] I was raised on these meen streets You know, where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jelly, lifes for sale cheap SongtexteSince my momma held me in her arms to tell me That it's a cold world I dun held heat And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found And niggas takin anything that ain't nailed down We fell down, ain't hard to tell now I ain't tryin ta see the cell now Or see momma put the house up for sale now So I'm a give all I got, to try and get that guap Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle, go ahead and get the cops I used my talent to get more fickis Unlike these little cornerstore niggas Go change your drawers niggas [Hook: Method Man, Gerald Alston] Now with success 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, but I'm gonna make it [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Aus Songtexte Mania