2Pac Ft. Outlawz - Hell 4 A Hustla (OG) | Текст песни

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[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

[Chorus 2X]
Oh Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was rasied this way
Never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler

Verse 1 [2Pac]

Increase the doses, bustin' on whoever closes
Thug livin', hell in prison, never loosen my focus
I'm makin' money, moves mandatory, end of discussion
My past records tell the story, picture niggas be rushin'
Still bustin', til the cops come runnin', duckin' abandon buildings
Picture my gun, open over the fuckin' ceiling
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now they get me
So I laugh til I'm cry, when the Lord come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga missed me
Why plant seeds to a dirty bitch waitin' to trick me
Not a life for me, livin' carefree til I'm buried
And if they dare me, I'll bust on them niggas, and will they scurry
I'm clearly, a man of military means, to my artilary
Watchin' over me thru every murder scene
From adolecence, to early teens, tho' we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the feens, sometimes I wanna cry
Still, we try to change the past in vein
Never knowin' if this game will last, feelin' the shame
Cocaine, the product of this devil, am I sellin' my soul
Got a small time livin' nigga tellin' me no,
I got mine, fuck them other suckas,
That's the mentality, jealous ass bustas makin' hell for a hustler

[Chorus 2X]

[2Pac]

No insanity plead from me, I rock the beat til I burn
Since of me royal kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile, can you recall me in essence
Social nigga shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu
Niggas doin' to these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they runnin' form my dogs in the morning
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me, gettin' blowed out
High watch me murder the bird before he testify
Strikes walking close to my 3rd, I live a trouble life
And if you dream, be apart of my team from Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler...

[Chorus 2X]

[2Pac]
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


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