เนื้อเพลง Hell 4 a Hustler - 2Pac

Intro:
Get on yo' knees n*gga,
Get on yo' knees and pray.

Verse 1:
Uh, 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 n*ggaz we rushin? and still bustin?,
?Til the cops come runnin?, duck in abandoned buildings,
Ditchin? my gun, homeboy the motherf*ckin? 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 mamma drama, n*gga miss me, why plant seeds,
In a dirty b*tch, waitin? to trick me, not the life for me,
Livin? carefree, ?til I'm buried - and if they dare me,
I'm bustin? on n*ggaz 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 will last, feelin? ashamed,
Of c*caine, the product of the devil, am I sellin? my soul?
Got tired of small time livin?, n*ggaz tellin? me no,
I got mine, f*ck them other s*ckers, that's the mentality,
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for a hustler.

Chorus:
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,
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.

Verse 2:
Now in these last days and times I takes mine, so serious,
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness,
If I fail, then I suffer, being 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*gga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough,
What you thought? Foes fall, lost homeyz in plenty battles,
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you,
Let me catch you slippin?, you soft n*ggaz is outta here,
In case you forgot, we on the same sh*t that got us here.

Verse 3:
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, n*gga f*ck the sergeant,
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke,
Listen though I'm missin? dough I gotta gather mo',
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a n*gga sell words,
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz,
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f*ck son,
Dying 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:
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,
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.

Verse 4:
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef ?till I burn,
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned,
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social,
N*ggaz shakin? like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach em,
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu,
N*ggaz 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 n*ggaz 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, n*gga watch for bustaz,
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler.

Chorus:
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,
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.

Bridge:
This is how we ride. Not knowin? if we'll live or die,
Catch me rollin? with my motherf*ckin? guns on my 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*ckin? guns on my side,
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild ?til they all die, Outlaw.

Outtro:
Yes (change my ways) yes,
The Black Jesus guide us through this,
Weary, weary, weary, weary,
Only God can save us,
Nothin? but boss players,
Outlawz and thugs.