(Feat. Gerald Alston) 

[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...