Hell 4 A Hustler - 2Pac/The Outlawz
Lyrics by：Kastro/Tupac Shakur/Yafeu Fula/Hussain Fatal/Young Noble
Composed by：Damon Thomas/Kastro/Tupac Shakur/Yafeu Fula/Napoleon/E.D.I/Young Noble
Get on yo knees n***a get on yo knees and pray
2Pac：
Increase the doses bust on whoever closest
Thug livin' hell of prison never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory end of discussion
My past records tell a story picture n***as with rushin'
And still bustin' 'til the cops come runnin'
Duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun homeboy the motherf**kin' villain
I live the lifestyles of d**g dealers but now legitly
So I laugh 'til I'm cryin' when the Lord come get me
No baby momma drama n***a missed me
Why plant seeds in a dirty b***h waitin' to trick me
Not the life for me livin' carefree 'til I'm buried
And if they dare me I'll bust on them n***as and until they scurry
I'm clearly a man of military means to my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence to my early teens thought we was gonna die
Sellin' d**e 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' the shame
Of c*****e the product of the devil am I sellin' my soul
Got tired of small time livin' n***a tellin' me no
I got mine f**k them other suckas
That's the mentality jealous a*s bustas make it hell for a hustler
2Pac/Yaki Kadafi：
Lord help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
Help me change my ways
It ain't me I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta make it Hell 4 a hustler
Why I was raised this way
Lord help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
On a judgement days
It ain't me I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta make it Hell 4 a hustler
Edi Mean：
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 sets my sights bigger four figures or mo'
Real n***a fo' sho' out in the cold for dough
What you thought
"All" is for 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 n***as is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same s**t that got us here
Young Noble：
Yo to e'ry step I take e'ry sell I make
E'ry jail I break e'ry mill' I ate
Head to head whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges n***a f**k 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 n***a sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler I bails high as f**k 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
Lord help me change my ways
Lord
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
Help me change my ways
It ain't me I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta make it Hell 4 a hustler
Why I was raised this way
Lord help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
On a judgement days
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 from 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 can recall me antisocial
N***as shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em like Sun Tzu
N***as 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 n***as 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
D**g dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize n***a watch for bustas
Either heaven or jail it's still hell for a hustler
Lord help me change my ways
Lord
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
Help me change my ways
It ain't me I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta make it Hell 4 a hustler
Why I was raised this way
Lord help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
On a judgement days
It ain't me I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta make it Hell 4 a hustler
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherf**kin' guns on the side
In case of drama I'm the first to break wild 'til they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherf**kin' guns on the side
In case of drama
I'm the first to break wild until they all die outlaw
Yes change my ways yes the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary aight only God can save us
