Hell 4 A Hustler - 2Pac (图派克·阿玛鲁·夏库尔) Written by:Unknown Get on yo knees n**ga 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 n**gas with rushin' And still bustin' til the cops come runnin' Duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin' my gun homeboy the motherf**kin' villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers but now legitly So I laugh til I'm cryin' when the lord come get me No baby momma drama n**ga missed me Why plant seeds in a dirty b**ch 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 n**gas 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' d**e 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 coc*ine the product of the devil am I sellin' my soul Got tired of small time livin' n**ga tellin' me no I got mine f**k them other suck as That's the mentality jealous a** bust as make it hell for a hustler Lord help me change my ways 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 4 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 4 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 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 n**ga 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 n**gas is outta here In case you forgot we on the same sh*t 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 n**ga f**k 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 n**ga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler I bails high as f**k 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 Lord help me change my ways 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 4 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 4 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 N**gas shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach Try to politic before I smoke' em like sun tzu N**gas 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 n**gas mourn me gettin' blowed out High watch me murder 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 Drug dealers to ex fiends Keep yo eyes on the prize n**ga watch for bustas Either heaven or jail it's still hell for a hustler Lord help me change my ways