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Hell 4 A Hustler

Artist:2Pac  Album:Hell 4 A Hustler  Writer:Unknown  Composer:BEALE MUTAH W/COOPER RUFUS LEE/NOBLE YOUNG/COX KATARI T 

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[2Pac] Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus I'm making money moves mandatory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggas we rushing and still busting Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking 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, waiting to trick me, not the life for me Living carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly A man of military means in my artillery Watching over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: x2 2Pac] 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 buster, 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, being broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay struggling and juggling 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 slipping, you soft niggas 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

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