Hell 4 a Hustler Songtext
von 2Pac + Outlawz

Get on yo knees, get on yo knees and pray

Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
Thug livin′, hell of prison, never losin' my focus
I′m makin' money moves mandatory, end of discussion
My past records tell a story, picture niggas with rushin'
And still bustin′, ′til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin′ my, homeboy the villain
I live the lifestyles of, but now legitly
So I laugh til I'm cryin′, when the Lord come get me

No baby momma drama, missed me
Why plant seeds in a dirty waitin' to trick me
Not the life for me, livin′ carefree 'til I'm buried
And if they dare me, I′ll bust on them, and until they scurry
I′m clearly a man of military means, to 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 will last, feelin′ the shame
Of, the product of the devil, am I sellin' my soul
Got tired of small time livin′ tellin' me no
I got mine, them other
That's the mentality, jealous bustas make it hell for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways (Lord!)
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (help me change my ways)
It ain′t me, I was raised this way
I never let ′em play me for a busta, make it Hell for a hustler (why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ′em play me for a busta, make it Hell for 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 for 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 fo′ sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? "all" is for 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 is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to e′ry step I take, e'ry sell I make
E′ry jail I break, e'ry mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin′ charges, 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 sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell for 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 for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways (Lord!)
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (help me change my ways)
It ain′t me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell for a hustler (why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ′em play me for a busta, make it Hell for a hustler

No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef ′til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial
Shakin′ like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu
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 morning

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my mourn me?, gettin′ blowed out
High watch me the bird before he testify
Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled life
And if you dream, be a part of my team from Long Beach to Queens
To ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, watch for bustas
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways (Lord!)
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (help me change my ways)
It ain′t me, I was raised this way
I never let ′em play me for a busta, make it Hell for a hustler (why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let ′em play me for a busta, make it Hell for a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we′ll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my 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 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