2pac - Hell 4 a Hustler (OG) lyrics

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2pac - Hell 4 a Hustler (OG) lyrics

[Intro: Makaveli] Next to the first Let's bring it to these n***as with some love Let's show n***as we understand what they goin' through We know that it's hell 4 a hustla out here With 3 strikes and jail and penitentiaries and police And task force, and snitches and b**hes and n***as And playa haters, sit the f** down Naw mean We got to build on this sh** I got some real sh** To hit your a** Let's spread love n***a d**h Row done made a few f**in' changes This is how we do this sh** It's hell 4 a hustla Makaveli the Don with the Outlawz Throw your muthaf**in' guns in the air If you're truly livin' this criminal lifestyle All my Outlawz, to all you b**h made n***as Get on your knees n***a, aiite, get on your knees and pray [Chorus: Makaveli] Oh Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler {​​​background: Kadafi}​​​ If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 1: Makaveli] Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest Thug livin',(buck buck buck) hell or prison, never losin' my focus (Westside) I'm makin' money moves mandatory End of discussion my past records tell a story (check my sh**) Picture n***as we rushin' and still bustin' 'Til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings (five O) Ditchin' my gun, oh what a muthaf**in' feelin' (I notice you notice) I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, (thug life baby) But now legitly So I laugh 'til I'm cryin', when the law come get me (hahaha) No baby momma drama, n***a miss me, (b*atch) Why plant seeds in a dirty b**h, waitin' to trick me Not the life for me Livin' carefree, 'til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin' on the n***as and will they scurry?, (buck buck buck) I'm clearly a man of military means to my artillery (Outlaw) 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' the shame Cocaine the product of the devil, (f** that) am I sellin' my soul? Got tired of small time livin', n***as tellin' me no I got mine!, f** them other s**er!, that's the mentality Jealous-a** bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: Makaveli] Oh Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way Never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler {​​​background: Kadafi}​​​ If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 2] [EDI Amin] I wonder How do these cowards be conceived They born into this world, allowed to breathe While so many real G's they die secret But Outlawz, we ride so righteously Control the destiny, we mobbin' with a sight To see, all together, never separately [Kadafi] It's it a criminal hobby That got me here thinkin' robbery Call Oz up the ave uptown back in Cabust And not a lot of poverty, whether you white like dark Or brown like Bobby, while dime b**hes give me body 'til They open [Kastro] Now that's the good of all evil, so tell me what's the worse Me deep in my hearse, stuck in crime like time fly over here First, waitin' for credit, contemplatin' my fate And is the Lord comin', to take me on Judgement Day [Young Noble] They got the fiends usin' up beans with dirty blood on a needle Stranded, blunted in his van, don't give a damn if you see 'em Get him branded Most likely I'm a real n***a, so while the 2 Loc Five shots will leave y'all to live or die [Napoleon] Well I been hustlin' off the same block since a little shorty wap Taped up notts so my sock, duckin' the muthaf**in' cops Watch me shop up, and locked up, come back and blow the block up (buck buck buck buck buck buck buck) Preoccupied with gettin' my cheese and f** the process [Chorus: Makaveli] Oh Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler {​​​background: Kadafi}​​​ If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 3: Makaveli] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef 'til I burn (hahahahahahahahahahahaha) Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you can recall me anti-social n***as shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em' Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Tzu n***as do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evenin' Best believe they runnin' for my dogs in the mornin' And if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug Tell me will my n***as mourn me? (how long will they 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***a watch for bustaz' Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus: Makaveli] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgement day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta Makin' hell for a hustler {​​​background: Kadafi}​​​ If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on We break beat breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Outro Makaveli + westside repeats] This is how we ride Not knowin' if we'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherf**in' guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Do we all die This is how we ride Not knowin' if we'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherf**in' guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Until they all die, Outlaw, baby [Outro Makaveli + it don't stop, and it don't quit repeats] Yes, yes yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary, aiite Only God can save us Nuttin but boss players Outlawz and thugs No time for the d** Now the rap game, similar to the crack game Hahaha My enemies plantin' seeds My few friendz til the end Outlaw, rough rugged and raw Jay Z Gay Z die slow Mobb Deep you sleep, die slow Yes Biggie, piggie, Puffy nuttin, die slow Hahaha We ain't quitin' n***a ain't stoppin' War, it's war n***a Yea, yea Like the n***as in Iran and Iraq, it don't stop Sure my name is 2Pac Makaveli with Thuglife across my belly All my n***as with they name on they neck Give us respect or die get chin check WESTSIDDDDDDDDDDDDE, d**h Row Outlaw Word up

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