Hell 4 A Hustler - 2Pac, The Outlawz

Get on yo’knees nigga

Get on yo’knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin 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 legitless

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’m bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I’m clearly

a man of military means in 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’ll 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 SUCKERS, that’s the mentality

Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 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

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 nigga fo’sho', out in the cold for dough

What you thought?

War is war, 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

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make

Every jail I break, every mill’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, I 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

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn

Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I’ve 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 mornin

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 trouble 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

This is how we ride

Not knowin if we’ll live or die

Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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

Only God can save us Nuttin but boss players

Outlawz and thugs