Hell 4 A Hustler

[2Pac]
Get on yo knees nigga. Get on yo knees and pray.

Increase the doses. Bust on whoever closest
Thug livin. Hell or prison. Never losin my focus

I'm makin money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin

Til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun. Homeboy the motherfuckin villain

I live the lifestyles of drug dealers but now legit-list
So I laugh til I'm cryin when the law come get me

No baby momma drama, nigga miss me
Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch waitin to trick me? Not the life for me

Livin carefree til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I bust on them niggaz until they scurry

I'm clearly a man of military means and my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene

From adolescence to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry

And still we try to change the past in vain
Never knowin if this game will last feelin ashamed

Of cocaine: the product of the devil. Am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin. Niggaz tellin me, "No.

I got mine, fuck them other suckas." That's the mentality
Jealous ass bustaz… make it hell for a hustler

(Chorus 2x)

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ‘em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler


[E.D.I. Amin]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness

If I fail, then I suffer. Bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster

Since a youngster been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money

So I set my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fa sho', out in the cold for dough. What you thought? ??,

Lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you

Let me catch you slippin. You soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

[Young Noble]
Yo, ?? to every step I take. Every fail I make
Every jail I break. Every meal I ate

Head to head whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin charges nigga fuck the sergeant

He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'. Hell naw

Dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz

They made it hell 4 a hustler, our bails high as fuck son
Dyin luck none supply us with much guns

I buck one just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin cracks or raps… still hell 4 a hustler

(Chorus 2x)

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ‘em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler


[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me. I ride the beef til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned

And in turn I'm hostile, guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em

Try to politic before I smoke em like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches before it's done to you

And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin for my dogs in the morning

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out

High, watch me murder the bird before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a troubled life

And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends

Keep yo eyes on the prize nigga watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

(Chorus 2x)

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ‘em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[2Pac & Outlawz]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on my side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til we all die

This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on my side
In case of drama I'm the first to break wild
Until they all die. Outlaw!

Yes. (… change my ways) Yes. And Black Jesuz guide us through this weary weary weary weary ?. Only God can save us. Nothin but boss players. Outlawz and thugs. Retired from drugs now the rap game sendin us to the crack game.