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Hell 4 a Hustler

Artist:2Pac  Album:Still I Rise 

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(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 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 a hustla 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? 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 (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

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