歌曲《Hell 4 A Hustler》歌词

Hell 4 A Hustler - 2Pac (图派克·阿玛鲁·夏库尔)

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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

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

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die

Catch me rollin' with my motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 Jesus guide us through this

Weary weary weary weary aight only god can save us