Hell 4 a Hustler Lyrics
| Song | Hell 4 a Hustler |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Album | Letter 2 My Unborn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Get on yo' knees ************* | |
| 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 manditory | |
| In a discussion my past records tell a story | |
| Picture *************z we ru*************n and still bustin | |
| Til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings | |
| Ditchin my gun, homeboy the mother****** 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, ************* miss 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'm bustin on *************z 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 **** 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 *******, the product of the devil, am i sellin my soul? | |
| Got tired of small time livin, *************z tellin me no | |
| I got mine, ************* 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 | |
| [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, 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 ************* 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 slippin, you soft *************z is outta here | |
| In case you forgot, we on the same *************t that got us here | |
| [young noble] | |
| 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, ************* ************* 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 4 a hustler, i bails high as ************* 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| No insanity plea for me, i ride the beef til i burn | |
| Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons i learned | |
| And in turn i'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social | |
| *************z shakin like they caught the holy ghost when i approach em | |
| Try to politic, before i smoke em, like sun zu | |
| *************z 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 *************z 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, ************* watch for bustaz | |
| Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| This is how we ride | |
| Not knowin if we'll live or die | |
| Catch me rollin with my mother****** 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 mother****** 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 |
| Get on yo' knees | |
| 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 manditory | |
| In a discussion my past records tell a story | |
| Picture z we ru n and still bustin | |
| Til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings | |
| Ditchin my gun, homeboy the mother 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, miss 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' m bustin on z 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 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 , the product of the devil, am i sellin my soul? | |
| Got tired of small time livin, z tellin me no | |
| I got mine, them other suckers, that' s the mentality | |
| Jealousass 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 | |
| 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, 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 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 slippin, you soft z is outta here | |
| In case you forgot, we on the same t that got us here | |
| young noble | |
| 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, 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 4 a hustler, i bails high as 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| No insanity plea for me, i ride the beef til i burn | |
| Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons i learned | |
| And in turn i' m hostile guess you could call me antisocial | |
| z shakin like they caught the holy ghost when i approach em | |
| Try to politic, before i smoke em, like sun zu | |
| z 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 z 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 exfiends | |
| Keep yo' eyes on the prize, watch for bustaz | |
| Either heaven or jail, it' s still hell 4 a hustler | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| This is how we ride | |
| Not knowin if we' ll live or die | |
| Catch me rollin with my mother 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 mother 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 |
| Get on yo' knees | |
| 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 manditory | |
| In a discussion my past records tell a story | |
| Picture z we ru n and still bustin | |
| Til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings | |
| Ditchin my gun, homeboy the mother 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, miss 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' m bustin on z 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 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 , the product of the devil, am i sellin my soul? | |
| Got tired of small time livin, z tellin me no | |
| I got mine, them other suckers, that' s the mentality | |
| Jealousass 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 | |
| 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, 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 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 slippin, you soft z is outta here | |
| In case you forgot, we on the same t that got us here | |
| young noble | |
| 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, 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 4 a hustler, i bails high as 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| No insanity plea for me, i ride the beef til i burn | |
| Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons i learned | |
| And in turn i' m hostile guess you could call me antisocial | |
| z shakin like they caught the holy ghost when i approach em | |
| Try to politic, before i smoke em, like sun zu | |
| z 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 z 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 exfiends | |
| Keep yo' eyes on the prize, watch for bustaz | |
| Either heaven or jail, it' s still hell 4 a hustler | |
| Chorus | |
| [2pac] | |
| This is how we ride | |
| Not knowin if we' ll live or die | |
| Catch me rollin with my mother 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 mother 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 |
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