Hell 4 A Hustler Lyrics

Hell 4 A Hustler lyrics

[2Pac]

 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 manditory

 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 cry, 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

 

 [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 sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'

 Real nigga fo' 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 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

 

 Chorus

 

 [2Pac]

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

 Sensimilla 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 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

 

 Chorus

 

 [2Pac]

 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