Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell 4 A Hustler, artist - 2Pac. Album song Still I Rise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Estate of Tupac Shakur
Song language: English
Hell 4 A Hustler |
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 us 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 nigga sell words |
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz |
They made it hell 4 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 4 a hustler |
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn |
Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I’ve learned |
And in turn I’m hostile guess you could call me anti-social |
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggaz 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 mornin |
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug |
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? |
Gettin blowed out |
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify |
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble 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, nigga watch for bustaz |
Either heaven or jail, it’s still hell 4 a hustler |
This is how we ride |
Not knowin if we’ll live or die |
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns 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 motherfuckin guns 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 |
Weary weary weary weary |
Only God can save us Nuttin but boss players |
Outlawz and thugs |