[Intro: Gerald Alston]. Ooh-wee... mmmmmmmm yeah.... [Gerald Alston]. 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. [Chorus: Gerald Alston]. 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. [Hook: Gerald Alston]. 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. [Method Man]. 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 niggas 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. Nigga 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 niggas. Go change your drawers niggas. [Chorus: Method Man & Gerald Alston]. 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. [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 aiyo. N.Y. City gritty blocks little love plenty cops. Few rise many drop True Lies semis cocked. 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 weed. 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. [Chorus: Inspectah Deck & Gerald Alston]. 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. [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 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?. [Gerald Alston]. 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. [RZA]. Aiyo metal pipes ignite sparking fire light the darkness night. Trying to stick me for my riches now y'all bitches 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 fuck the bacon. Earthquaking head is aching bank stop dice shaking. Times are hard sew a job scheming niggaz 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 ransom note Goliath cutting David's throat. Grab ya vest abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float. [Chorus: GZA & Gerald Alston]. 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. [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 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 pushing 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...