Hell 4 A Hustler Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Get on yo' knees nigga 

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 mandatory 

In a discussion my past records tell a story 

Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin' 

Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings 

Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain 

I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list 

So I laugh till I cry, 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, till I'm buried and if they dare me 

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I'm bustin' on niggaz 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'll last, feelin' ashamed 

Of 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 

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 

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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 nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough 

What you thought? All 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 niggaz is outta here 

In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here 

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, nigga fuck 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 nigga sell words 

For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz 

They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck 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 

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 

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 

Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em 

Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu 

Niggaz 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 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 

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 

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 till 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 Outlawz and thugs