2Pac - Hell 4 A Hustler (D-Ace Remix) | Текст песни

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[Makaveli verse one]
Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
I'm makin money moves mandatory
End of 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, oh what a muthafuckin feelin
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers,
But now legitly
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 and my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, though 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
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!

[Makaveli chorus]
This is how we ride Westside
Not knowin if we'll live or die Westside
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side Westside
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Westside
Do we all die Westside
This is how we ride Westside
Not knowin if we'll live or die Westside
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side Westside
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Westside
until they all die

[Makaveli Verse two]
No insanity plea from me, I rock the beef til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I 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 Tzu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they runnin 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!

[Makaveli chorus]

This is how we ride Westside
Not knowin if we'll live or die Westside
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side Westside
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Westside
Do we all die Westside
This is how we ride Westside
Not knowin if we'll live or die Westside
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side Westside
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Westside
until they all die, Outlaw!, baby!

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