2pac Outlawz 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